Amurehna

What's worse: complex nightmare plots, or fragments for weeks? I swear, lately all I've had are fragments. And they are so mundane and boring. For instance, I had one where I was in my kitchen making a cup of coffee. I realized after it already began pouring that I had not put coffee in the filter, so my cup was full of water, and like a moron I still put creamer in it. Then I was annoyed that I had wasted the creamer on a cup of water. Then I threw it out.

Something about a bathroom?

Something with an unlikely action...? I don't really remember what it was about. I took care of a situation using violence, it felt comfortable for two seconds, then I thought "This is odd, I've never punched anything in my life..."

...something about having broken up with my boyfriend and then asking him for sex advice. Good plan, subconscious. Let's do that.

I suppose I'll always find something to complain about.

They were...mildly unpleasant fragments.

The first two felt very real. One about the windowsill parting from the wall, and how one end was dark and wet and rotted where it used to sit against the window.
The second was about waking my boyfriend who had fallen asleep at his computer. I turn to the bed, and find that there are a few thick piles of unopened mail. They spill onto the floor, much to my annoyance, but we sweep them off the bed and shake out the blanket.

Then there was one about a weird bathroom. There were two right next to each other, both with small white tiles on the floors and walls, but the stalls were plaster painted a matte dusty white. The men's bathroom had no toilet paper, they justified it by saying that usually men went in there to pee...and didn't need it? In the other one, there was a 'toilet' on the floor. It was just a round bowl, about 10 inches across that no one had bothered to flush, so the water was yellow. For some reason it started to overflow. I had set the satchel I keep my dream journal in on the floor. I kept making annoyed exclamations, with many negations as I tried to haul the bag out of the path of the water. I realized the bottom was already wet, and hoped that the contents would not be damaged. A girl appears in the doorway, telling me that it's not good for me to know that they plan to assassinate the Leader.

The first part is extremely sexual, so I don't think I'll be sharing that. I'll pick up with the part where the DC in my bed help's me stand up. Kind of. I read a post before laying down about how to summon a DC, and I used one of the suggested techniques to make other things happen too.

At one point he laughs at me, saying I'm being very familiar and don't even know his name. He hands me a sheet of paper but it's all

gibberish, the only thing I can make out on it is HTFPBEAN and I refuse to call a man Bean, that can't possibly be his name. I hand the sheet back.

"And your name, my lovely?" He asks, he has a light accent that sounds like Jimmy Angelov from Practical Magic. I don't say it

aloud, but have willed it onto the paper, "Ah, yes. Saja, what a beautiful name." He almost hisses this, but it's not creepy.
Eventually I am laying on my stomach and he is laying on my back. He responds to my unspoken annoyance and frustration by chuckling.

"Soon, I promise. But first we need to get up."
"I can't. I'm so heavy." I protest. My body feels like it weighs a ton. He rests his cheek to mine and when his eyes look over the

side of the bed, mine are drawn there too.

"This is not my place, since this area belongs to you, you must find the floor. I can't see it. Once you see the floor, I will move us

there. Do you understand?"
Absurdly, I do. I look outward but all I can see is mattress. I try to lift my head but it's so heavy.

"Are you ready?"
"Wait." I gasp. "I can't see the floor from this angle."
"We'll have to do this together, Saja."
"I know, I know." We fight the weight of our bodies and make it to our knees. He's pressed tight to my back, one arm across my

shoulders.

"Focus." He says against my ear.
"I'm trying." The world falters and my vision doubles. We collapse forward and hit the wall where the pillows are stacked.

I force myself to expect my vision to be normal. No. I shift my perception and make my vision normal, I turn my eyes to the floor, "Okay, now!"

Everything twists and suddenly I'm standing in the doorway to my room. My companion is gone. I frown and look around,

then I realize I can still feel his arm across the front of my shoulders and I relax. We make our way out into the living room. The layout is slightly different and an ugly green-gold velvet couch that used to be in my living room growing up is there.

"That...is an ugly couch." I say. He agrees.

My sister appears and my companion leaves me there to watch her and my nephew talk about how school went for him today.

I shake my head to dispel the daze of common dreaming and make my way upstairs into the bathroom (my house doesn't have an upstairs), the closet door is paneled in mirrors. I catch sight of my face and stop, startled. The top half is all charred with angry red cracks. My eyes are ice green instead of their regular green and the pupils like pin pricks of darkness. I touch my face and lean toward the mirror...what happened?
A maid appears from the far end of the bathroom, there's a door standing open. From here I can see what looks like the railinged side of a hospital bed. Apparently that's where Bean has gone.

"It took it's toll, the burns did." She says to me. "You've been asleep so long." She leaves without another word.

I examine the charred remains of my face. This isn't at all sexy. I can feel Bean watching me from the other room, grinning. I cover my eyes with the flat of my hand and slowly raise it to my hairline, willing the charred flesh to disappear. It does. I reform my nose but have some trouble. At one point my eyes disappear, and my nose was just a bridgeless nub protruding from my face. I don't panic, I just refocus and use my hands to form it, make it small and straight. I think I am finished so I turn away but realize something odd about my face as my eye is catching my reflection in the mirror.
I have to jaws, two mouths. That won't do.
I return to the mirror and take the second jaw lightly between my thumb and forefinger, then I pull it away and it disintegrates. There are ragged lines following the bone of my remaining jaw, so I gently press the skin back together and the cuts vanish. I smile at myself and turn to face Bean who leans against the hospital bed railing with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Look at you! That was fantastic! Just for that show of skill, you get a free ride." I don't for a second think he's talking about his car

. I join him in the other room. Now he's opening the door to a red SUV. He mentions qualities he likes in a woman. I realize then that I've kept my own body. I've always hated my chest. I grab myself and lift my breasts, adjusting them to a smaller size I like more. ((o.O Well, I guess I would if I could.))
He closes the car door and runs to the driver's side. I notice that another me is sitting inside already. He's already taking off. I feel a little cheated.

"Better hurry up!" He calls out the window. I will myself into the car's back seat. He says it will take several hours to get where

we're going. I know I can shorten our travel time. I close my eyes and will the car 'forward'.

The SUV appears beside a tall brick wall holding back a forest. There's a glowing purple portal in the wall. A friend of mine, thinking that this is the way home and to his soulmate has already gone inside.

"Where's Cel?" I ask Bean.
"Went to find Xy, or something like that."
I rush toward the portal.
"Where are you going?"
"To find Xy." I reply and step closer, as I approach it the purple pulls away and reforms into a dark green field, darkening sky

and a hill with a house atop it. There are people milling around everywhere, most of them wearing formal attire and masks. I stop one of them, time feels incredibly short. "Do you know where Xy is?"

"Up on the hill, where she always is. You should know that."
"I'm sorry, I don't remember anything from Before. Thank you!" I run up the hill and into the house. I scan every face knowing

that while I have never actually seen Xy, I will know her when I see her. She emerges from the kitchen and her lovely features pull into a welcoming smile. She enfolds me in a warm, tight hug and slowly rocks/spins us in a circle.

"It is so very good to see you again." She says to me.
"Did you see Cel?" I ask, "He came up here ahead of me."
"He had to leave, the veil won't stay open long."
"Moneca." I say, a small spike of bother hits me. Moneca? This should be Xy. She pulls away and she suddenly looks more fierce,

mean.

"How are you managing the rage, Saja?"
"Well I haven't hurt anyone before, have I?"
"Look at you, altering history to make it more appealing." She grins at me, showing all her teeth.

I snap awake.

Lucid
Non-lucid
The dream began in my bedroom. The moment I opened my eyes and looked around I knew I was dreaming. As usual I rushed to the window and climbed out (somehow this always seems the logical course of action o.O no doors for me). The landscape beyond my house was very different, so beautiful. The grass was lush and green, there were patches of tiny purple flowers everywhere and those patches are abundant with life, even the insects are a similar shade of delicate purple. I walk around the side of the house, there's a sharp wedge of land jutting upward like a ramp alongside the highest level of terrain. It's wonderfully green. There's a gap on either side of the ramp, so I have to climb carefully. I can hear someone moving around above. I'm curious and start to climb. It's too steep to walk upright, and I have to use my hands. There's a thick lacework of roots attaching the high level of terrain with the wedge of land I am on. I use the roots to steady my climb, and when I get to the top I think I see a gap large enough for me to pass through. Large trees line a lawn that someone is mowing. I pass to the other side of the gap, a trick of light making it seem like it's on the point of the wedge. When I realize my mistake and go to the other side, I realize there is no gap. I take the roots in my hands and try to part them, but they refuse and I only succeed in breaking them from the earth. I've put all my weight on the roots, when they come free I start to fall into the narrow gap between the cliff and the wedge. It is a very long drop. I tilt my head back and remind myself not to be afraid because fear would be admitting that some part of this is real, and if I believe it is real then the impact could hurt me. I close my eyes, feeling the air around me as I plummet to the ground, holding onto the roots, wondering when they will become taut. My feet hit the ground and I allow myself to crumple into a roll...

My mind sinks to another layer of sleep. I get out of bed and try to turn on the lights, the switch feels like rubber and keeps collapsing under my fingers, the lights won't come on. Disconcerted I lay back down. Someone else goes to try the lights and I explain that the switch is broken. I hear something moving on the other side of my closed door and I have a slight shift of perception. My boyfriend retreats a step from the door and I get out of bed just as the door slowly swings open. I make the sun rise so daylight floods the room. The shadow in my door remains a shadow, all hard edges, the suggestion of claws and teeth and horns. It is tall, taking up the entire doorway, and is carrying a hatchet. It kills him before I can react. I cry out and rush forward, disarming the creature with a quick swipe of my arm and killing it with its own weapon.

I'm a little unclear what happened next. I walked down the hallway and killed another shadow goblin. I end up in one of the houses I grew up in. I make the sun rise again so that the eerie dusk light is gone.

I wake up and roll over and I find I want to return to the dream. So I do. It's a combination of the two, I'm in my bedroom. I make the sun rise. I tell my boyfriend to stay away from the door and pick up two knives that are laying on the floor. I open the door and kill the thing on the other side, saving my boyfriend's life.
"How did you know it was out there?"
"I've already done this. Since I knew what would happen I came back to save you."
"Oh.."
"Want to see something pretty?" I say, smiling. I hand my boyfriend the creature's hatchet and open the window. On the other side is the beautiful green terrain with patches of pale purple flowers. "Come flying with me."
"We can't fly..."
"Sure we can. Do you remember why?"
"Because you're dreaming?"
"That's right. Because I'm dreaming."

I briefly remember returning to the wedge of cliff and my vision going dark and then being replaced by my room. I close my eyes and take a few breaths, I can still feel the dream. I can even still see a little green.
I think "That was good advice they gave me about stabilizing the dream, just close my eyes and take a breath. Allow it to continue, don't force it to."

I don't actually remember getting that advice, but it makes sense.

I'm not exactly sure where to start.

Tortured Ghosts

I have a thin thread of lucidity during this part, otherwise it would have been terrifying. There's something happening with the earthbound spirits, they cluster around a traveling man. They can't help it, they want to be near him and they don't at once. They don't because they relive the accidents that killed them. I become each of them in turn, a blond woman turns her hand over again and again, each time she twists her wrist the hand disappears and becomes a stub, then returns.
Another woman, a red head who looks a little like Kate Winslet relives the moment when she found out she had died. She stands over a tub, now empty of water, but full of her corpse. Her face is missing, like her head was cut away in jagged layers from nose to ear. Since I am her (and I am not) I wait for the terror to hit me at finding my own body, but my subconscious is just lucid enough that I tell myself to close my eyes and take a deep breath. That it isn't real. The scream I waited for never comes.
I'm in a living room at dusk, shadows are slowly leaching the light from the room. A blonde ghost sits on the couch, another is crouched behind me beside the door.
They say these words in unison "He has another passenger, no others can ride.", then go stiff and dead eyed and move no longer.

Liam, Saja. Kvothe, Batman, Sylar/Silas
While I am glad Liam has made another appearance, this dream was really strange. It tried so -hard- to have a storyline. Here's what I remember:

I am in an odd combination of Walmart and Lowe's, a crazy woman keeps sending me and my friend to fetch her things from other parts of the store but she doesn't give us details, she

just says "Get me something with a hook on it." like it is a scavenger hunt. So we do, we run to Electrical. My friend is wearing knee high brown suede boots, black tights, a jean skirt and tank top. She is several inches taller than me, with long brown hair and brown eyes.

"Okay, she said something that glows like a firefly, something with a hook on it, and a reflective surface." My friend says as we rush down one of the aisles. "Remember that

there are cameras everywhere, don't put anything in your pockets."
Instead of thinking that is ludicrous, it makes complete sense and I thank her for reminding me. We head down one of the aisles, it's all open and has no racking but the products are stacked like they would be on shelves, in big organized piles. She grabs a lamp and tucks it under her arm, waving at one of the cameras. There's an endcap with hand mirrors, I grab one. We head back to the main aisle which now opens up into a mall-like area.

"I'll go get the hooks." My friend says. The crazy woman runs back up to me, she has long greying blond hair pulled back into a

thick ponytail and bangs that run straight across the top of her wire glasses. She's wearing a white shirt and a pink jacket.

"What the hell is that?" She demands, pointing at the lamp and the mirror.
"The things you asked for..."

"No no NO." She shouts something about wanting all of those things in one object then turns and runs away as a man comes

to stand beside me. When she gets about 20ft away she starts skipping.
We stare after her with identical expressions of amused dismay.

"Remind me why we're fetching her things?" I say to him.
"What else would we do. Where's Kara?"
"She went to get the hooks....which I see you already have. Not that it matters." I reply, gesturing to the white boxes cradled

against his chest. I finally look up at him and my heart turns over. He's wearing a white suit with a black shirt. It is Liam. Same crooked, infectious smile, red hair falling into his eyes which are a familiar vibrant blue. I see myself from the side and see that I am Saja, my hair now long and curling to my waist, wearing a dress with a thin belt and cropped sweater. I want an excuse to touch him, because we are not quite who we feel like we are, we are still playing characters. I reach up to take the white box from him, when my hand gets close he takes my fingers into the hand that's pressed tight to his chest. He smiles at me.
Kara comes to join us and he releases my hand.

"I got the hooks!" She exclaims, then sees the box he carries and lets out a disappointed "aaaw.."

I start to explain that the crazy woman is asking for something different, when she reappears and looks over our gathered objects. She sighs loudly.

"Fine fine, I guess it will have to do. We're out of time. Follow me."

((Now it gets really confusing)) We follow her down the corridor, part of me understands what is happening. That we are in her thrall and we are wanted for a spell of some kind. I understand why she would want me but not Liam. He shouldn't even be here. I glance over at him and he's wearing a dazed, troubled expression which mirrors my own.

Then I am Liam, glancing over at Saja and thinking that I understand why they would want her, but not me. I shouldn't even be

here. We walk down a dark narrow hallway, the others are further ahead of me, so that when I finally reach the door at the end they are already inside. The door stands open and there is so little light that I can't see anything of the layout. I step inside though, because Saja is in there. It's not her fault they used her to lead me here. I can feel the spell pressing down on my consciousness, making independent thought heavy, like walking through mud. A portly man dressed as an 1800's gentleman complete with a monicle and handlebar mustache emerges from a deeply shadowed corner. The women each carry a large bell jar with a lit candle inside.
I follow the man with my eyes, frowning fiercely.

"I am sure you're wondering why you're here."

I think something sarcastic in his direction and he chuckles at me.

The women take a step closer, revealing a twin bed with a two woven blankets on top of it, a green and a dull burgundy.

I know I'm supposed to lay down and find myself climbing onto the bed as a child would, on my hands and knees. I resist the pull and the world tilts. I see the cuff of my jacket, and see my hands as Saja would see them.

"Here, let me help." The man pulls back the blankets, then shuffles to the shuttered window at the side of the bed and opens i

t letting in bright daylight. Something in me eases, I can't tell if it is my resistance, or the thrall.

"You are here because of your singular nature, who you used to be. Who you are now." He says and instructs me to lay down.

I comply, my eyes sliding over the dull-eyed Saja who still stands at the foot of the bed, holding a jar.

The world suddenly feels compact, compressed, the pressure of the wind as it rushes through the open window and the

weathered wood of the walls withering away (alliteration!! Sorry, I couldn't help myself). Then we are flying. All of us, the two thralled girls off to the side, the old crazy woman, the portly gentleman and myself. There are numerous strings dangling around us attached to all different manner of coins. We rise into the sky. His reason doesn't really explain why I am here, but I understand anyway. I hold the name of the wind (this is where Kvothe comes in) inside me, and the wind will not harm me, or those with me. It's why we can defy gravity and why the strong gales outside the border of coins does not sweep in on us. I take a deep breath and speak the name of the wind, it rushes from my mouth and the man commands me to stop. I don't listen.

Now it gets even weirder.
Something about Liam becoming Batman and Saja being Catwoman. I try to get a better angle as he leans down threaten her but kisses her instead.

I am outside, flying. I see a long bridge connecting a fortress to the city and a moat. I fly down because I see a small figure

crouched on a rock jutting from the water. It is supposed to be Saja...and in a way, it looks like her, I guess. I drop down in front of her. She's wearing an elaborately layered red gown, each layered part of the skirt fringed in black lace, she's wearing half of a plague mask and a red wig with black fringe, that matches her dress. She's completely soaked and frozen like a statue. I can tell she's breathing though. I reach over and remove her mask. Water drips down her deathly pale face and her eyes are silver. Her face isn't how I recall it from other dreams, more narrow and plain. I notice she's holding an axe in one hand, like she's waiting for the go to attack the enemy. I can see her black hair underneath the wig. Huh.

Then I am in the bedroom from before. Liam is sitting on the end of the bed with a thin knife in his hand. He is clutching the handle

and I know he is resisting his past life as a serial killer. (?! I shouldn't take this too seriously...considering he was batman 10 minutes ago.) Another face flickers over his own, black eyes, black hair slicked back, wearing a big loose navy blue t-shirt.

"Don't be who you were...be who you are."

I insist, Liam is having trouble fighting it and his face keeps flickering from the dark eyed man to the one I know.
This is also confusing because I am the silver-eyed girl from before. I'm wearing a black tanktop and dark gray pants. I have no idea who this is supposed to be. I feel like Saja but I don't really look like her.

The gentleman from before appears, telling me that he's fighting his nature for my benefit. That if we hadn't interfered, Silas

would have emerged and started killing again. He calls me Julie.((I have only ever been called my WL name a handful of times. So this is pretty strange.))
I rush across the room from where I crouched next to the bed where Liam is sitting.

"Stop calling me that, my name is SAJA." I yell at him. I must look pretty disconcerting because he backs away with his

hands before him in a placating gesture.

"Alright, alright. You're Saja. Let us help him."
"NO. Only I can help him."

Lucid

The first part is a little odd, I don't remember it very well, it was a nap dream. I walk into a room, where Maggie and a man (not Hal) from Falling Skies are talking about the dreams they have of their soulmates. The man is certain that she is his, because they have dreams together, but Maggie informs him that she had a dream where her real soulmate told her that he was coming for her. That he didn't even bother packing an extra shirt. The man in her dreams is Hal, but she doesn't know his name yet. This announcement unsettles her suitor who isn't sure what to make of not actually being her soulmate.
"He said 'I'm coming for you'," When she says it she looks straight at me and it feels like a message. Then she turns her eyes back to the man, "Funny isn't it? If you were my dream man you wouldn't have to come to me, you'd already be here."

Then I am in my car with my boyfriend, he's in the front passenger seat and there is a brown haired woman in a white nightgown in the back seat. She is injured, her body separated from her soul (which looks identical to her physical body) and sits beside her in the back seat. I am driving down a country road and am not paying attention so that I don't brake soon enough and hit the front of a truck which is facing the wrong way, stopped on the side of the road. I can feel the driver glaring down at me. Under the pretense that I am just backing up, I start to turn the wheel to flee the scene. My boyfriend asks me what the hell I'm doing. Everything feels really odd, and just like most car wreck dreams, I start shaking my head.
"No no no...don't worry. I'm dreaming. Everything is fine."
"What do you mean?! Nothing is fine!"
"No really, I didn't really hit that truck because it isn't real. None of this is real."
"Are you crazy?"
I drive back the way we came. "Look around you for a second, look at those loping koala and tell me this isn't a dream." I gesture to the field beside us where a herd of giant koala are running on all fours. He stares at them in amazement but still refuses to believe me.
I stop the car on the side of the road, things start to get fuzzy. "Do you think I could do this if it wasn't a dream?"
He gets a little antsy because there's a man standing on the other side of the fence threatening us with a gun. I raise my hand (with no actual idea what is going to happen) and am surprised when bees spring into existence from the dirt and swarm around the gunman. He growls at us and shoots the woman in the backseat, a single bullet splits and hits her and her soul in the forehead. My boyfriend panics.
"Relax!" I say, I wave my hand and think 'resurrect' and she comes back to life. I make the gunman disappear, then I snap awake.

The sky looms heavy with storm clouds, the ocean roars in seething restlessness below. I am standing at the edge of

the city, which is situated in cluttered layers. The lowest layer is one diamond patterned metal grate secured by chains. I overhear someone saying that there is another hurricane vortex forming at the base of the city and they are worried it will grow. Curiously, cautiously, I move to the edge of the grate and peer over the side. I see a swirling vortex a few hundred feet below, with each moment , the center deepens and the eye widens. I back away, suddenly the ocean rises to the underside of the grate, slapping at my feet. I grab a plastic bag that has a pair of rain boots and my cellphone as I hurry away, climbing up up to the next layer of yellow concrete. I run a few steps but feel like I'm forgetting something, so I turn to look and realize that the bag I keep my dream journal in is still down there. The roar of the water is tremendous, I drop back down and grab the bag by the strap, but it was caught underneath so when I tug on it the bag spills open. Cursing, I stuff the contents inside...and my phone slips out of the plastic bag.
I throw the strap diagonal across my chest and bend down to grab my phone, the water immediately absorbing the platform. With a surge of panicky triumph I throw myself up three more layers before the water gets me.

Here I am on the edge of lucidity, somehow the way I move my body, and the way I have my arm extended

overhead, keeps me from being submerged, I manage to surge with each new wave and stay above surface. The ocean consumes everything in great cross-hatching fluctuation. There is one extremely tall central yellow building and I progress toward it, I'm lucky enough that the water leads me to the mid-building entrance. I see it's a hotel, and many people have fled here as the roof may be the only high ground. I run up the stairs and pass by a hall with 8 elevator doors and go straight to some sort of check-in table. I kneel down in front of it and put on my boots, stuffing my phone into my satchel. I wonder if I should bother taking it with me, my journal is ruined now. I stay there for a long time, falling into a kind of distracted lull.

"What the hell am I doing?!" I think, surging to my feet, I have to get to the roof before the whole building is submerged.

I see my boyfriend swept away by a crowd of people, all headed for the elevators, a woman and her small son are at the tail of the group, all trying to press themselves into the only open elevator. I step to another one and push the button quickly several times. The doors slide open and I throw myself inside, punching the button that will take me to the roof. The elevator rises but water begins to filter in through every seam.

"Oh, of course!" I think sarcastically.

I am spat out onto the roof which is waist deep in water, there is no one else on the roof. I start swimming, noting the many ships out on the water exploding or simply sinking, then turning into dark blotches in the water. I paddle past one boat as it is bursting violently into flames and I'm worried that the oil in the water will catch fire and I'll be burned to a crisp.
I realize that I have separated from my body and am watching myself from high in the sky, and that I can choose to be above instead of in the water. So I do. My escape is that easy. I sail onward with effortless speed, the wind roaring in my ears.There are two boats not sinking, one is speeding out of view over the horizon and looks like a clipper ship. The other is a little motor boat pulling up to a fenced cliff's edge that survived the watery cataclysm. I direct myself toward it, a familiar Japanese man extends his arm to me, I reach down to take his hand and he guides me soundly to the deck.

"You're alright!" I cry, happy to see him again. With sweet amazement I realize that his boys are with him, part of me knows that

they died years ago in an accident but somehow this event has returned them to his care. Though they are extremely pale and a little grey. The youngest is three, there is a middle boy of about fourteen, and a nineteen year old. They all look so familiar but I can't figure out why. The two other boys greet me like a long lost family friend, and take turns giving me a hug before climbing to the other side of the fence with their father. He leans on the top board and tells me that the return of his boys was meant to be, then earnestly asks after my boyfriend.

"I don't know, I saw him on the sixth floor before I got in the elevator, but no one else was on the roof." I start to say that I

think he is dead, but there's a painful wrenching in my chest and I can't get the words out before I cover my face and cry.

"Maybe it wasn't meant to be?" The man asks me. I don't want to believe that though, I want him to have escaped.
"Maybe he made it to that other ship..."
"Sure, maybe." He smiles at me.

I look out over the water and on either side of it, like the banks of a river, there are great water-logged expanses of land. He explains that the waves overtook that too, but immediately began seeping away after stripping all the trees bare.

There's something about seeing many people crammed into a small space and getting ready to go on or are returning from a hunting trip, and ordering fast food. I wonder how long the stores of easy, familiar food will last and what these people will do when it runs out.

One long post for the dreams from Italy, except for the Rescue dream.

Pills, Saja, Drawings August 27th, 2013

In the first part, someone hands me a bag of capsule pills, all different colors, meant for different things. He says it sounds like

I could use an extra source of income. I reluctantly accept the bag and worry about getting caught with a stash of drugs. He tells me that it is okay if I decide I don't want to sell but if I do, I know where to find him. I can't believe that I have gotten myself into this situation. Surely I will be caught. Anyone who as met me would never believe it. I hug the bag to my chest, casting about for a good hiding spot. The house here is a strange combination of two of my childhood homes. I live here with a group of people, some of them are people from Dream Views, but no one with a name I recognize. I wonder where I would even go to sell drugs. Night clubs? Teenager parties? Could I really sell drugs to children?

Finally i decide to stash the bag underneath the mattress of the twin beds in the long room, it sits on a hollow box

frame, I'm pretty sure no one will look in there. I don't remember actually hiding the bag, it is just suddenly in the past. There are two young me in the house that are never taken seriously and are often pranked. One looks a little like a young Wil Wheaton. They tell him that he will be included in their experiment but then an alarm clock goes off after they feed him some drugs, jarring him awake.

"Very funny, guys." He says. Everyone laughs.
The...other young man is overweight, stocky, with thick black rimmed glasses and corkscrew curls. When I walk past him

he sings in a deep, booming voice. I wonder if he wants me to sing with him but he unsettles me with his undue focus. He won't stop staring at me! I pass into another part of the house. Here it is open to the sky, there's a box with k-cups. I start to stack them but soon realize they are all used and set them down in a black plastic tray.
"IS that trash?" Someone asks me. I say that it is.
I contemplate selling drugs. The extra money would make a lot of things easier. Maybe I'll give it a shot. I vaguely wander into the long room where they are pranking Wil. This room reminds me of both my sister's room at the end of the hall in the MA house, and the living room from the white OK house.
Someone already knows about the drugs...I then contemplate testing them, at least then if they kill me I'll only be responsible for my own death. One of the pills, the red, are supposed to give you lucid dreams. A blonde girl in a racer-back tanktop heavily suggests wanting to get her hands on a sample. I only worry about telling her she would have to pay for it, and hope I don't have to explain that just because we know each other it's on the house.
"Both of us being dreams, we could help each other out." She says and I tell her I'll keep it in mind.

It is night when I leave the house to get something from the house across the way *where the overweight creep lived before he decided to encroach on my living space) there is a white fox/wolf creature. I'm afraid someone will hurt her and call to her like she is my pet, and somehow knowing she belongs to someone will deter others from harming her. I call her "Saja" and as she runs toward me, I see that she even has green eyes. I call 'Saja' again when she is startled and stops in front of a moving car. I am happy to see her bound away unscathed.

I walk into the other house. Those who vacated the residence have left it very unclean and when I go in the open front door I hear the loud buzzing of many flies. They also left the lights on. I vaguely remember coming here and talking to someone in the back bedroom. I had left a notebook on the counter, there are several pictures I have drawn of Liam & Saja. Piled atop them are drawings done by the creepy bespectacled man. The first few could be any woman, drawn sort of cartoony with green eyes and dark water-colored hair.
The next ones are obviously me, faces I must have made in passing when I met him here before. The second one even has me wearing my amber ring, pushing the hair back from my face. It bothers me. Wonderful, I have a stalker!
I return to the other house having found what I wanted. I figure I could be dangerous no matter what I decide to do about the stalker. If I ignore him he may get...violently offended. If I say anything remotely kind he may be encouraged and think it's an invitation.

Blue Dog Early dream 08/28/2013
I don't feel like typing this again. Stupid fragment about a dog that is spray-painted blue.

Shadow Heart Late Dream 08/28/2013

I leave the MA house at night, there is a hill even with a thick leafy tree branch. I end up on the limb. I see lights out of the corner of my eye, they are frightening and disappear when I turn my head to look. I see them flicker again and this time I stare at the trunk of the tree until the lights reappear. Two men about my age climb out to me, they vocalize reassurances they mean me no harm until I finally recognize them. One is wearing a white t-shirt with some sort of blocky cartoon face drawn on it. He looks a tad like Day 9. They tell me that they finally finished the horror movie but almost didn't make it on account of how scary it was. I give him a comforting hug, he pats my arm distractedly.
Then I am watching a movie about Buffy. She's standing outside a castle on a rocky slope with the ruins of walls jutting raggedly from the muddy ground. She is either warning somebody or has just rescued them when a shadow appears on the ground. It is a massive wolf's head like a werewolf wearing a floor-length cloak. He has appeared to taunt her. He knows that she cannot resist retaliation, even the his presence is too threatening to weather in silence. He feels calculating but wild, chaotic. He does things as they please him and often because they cause great harm to the insignificant people around him. This is the Shadow Heart.
He taunts Buffy with her inability to harm him but says that he will stop hurting people if she will just stop annoying him.
She, of course, refuses.
He reappears beside the castle wall where a woman wearing a white dress with a blue floral print is walking. I know, though she doesn't look it, that she is pregnant. He waits by the gate, gathered beneath a grassy knoll. He feels maliciously gleeful. With a gesture the woman stumbles and then falls down, her face creased with pain and bewilderment. I can see blood on her thighs. He has murdered her baby. She begins to wail between gasps. Buffy runs at the Shadow Heart, yelling for him to stop, to leave her alone. I know that if she had not done so, the Shadow Heart would have just left since he had already proven his power.
Instead, he begins to move his hands like his crumpling a sheet of paper. The woman looks suddenly poleaxed, stunned, and folds over backward. I hear her spine snap. He gestures again and her head splits open from chin to hairline. Then he disappears, laughing. If only Buffy had done nothing then the woman would still be alive.

I remember feeling, overall that he knew how she would react and that she couldn't help herself. She couldn't just stand there and watch, so she charged at him, part of her knew she could not intimidate him, but she went on with it anyway.

The Four Very Late/Very Early Dream 08/28/2013
((For the entirety of this one I was trying desperately to become lucid but I didn't think to wake myself up, and all my actions against the Four were ineffectual. I remember trying to will weapons into existence when I had none, I could feel them in my hands though none appeared. ))

I am in my house and when I walk into the kitchen from the living room I see, instead of the countertop and appliances, two large people. Each holding a wisp-thin and frail bald man draped across the cabinets. The spidery men are unsettling and they stare at me with hungry eyes, clenching then relaxing their hands. A person standing beside the table speaks to me.
"what about them?" I ask.
"Oh, don't worry about them." The person replies.
Still, I wonder. I turn my eyes away but I can still feel them looking at me. Three people appear quickly, a Mexican man wearing a blue mechanic's coverall, with a short 3 letter name, two other men (one in a white t-shirt, the other is tall and wide). I don't like the look of them. It's how they have their heads lowered, fixing menacing eyes on me. I run for my room, one of them grabs me at me and I stumble, when I crawl to the threshold of my room there is a paper-white girl with straight white hair, wearing a white shift and Joker make-up staring down at me. She opens her mouth impossibly wide...

...I am in the living room. I don't bother entering the kitchen and run straight for my room. There are knives hanging on the wall. I gather as many as I can, they are mostly throwing knives. The mechanic appears behind me. I am unprepared, my arms full of knives. He grins. He casually steals two knives from me as I am lifting one and throwing it. The first misses, the second sticks in his shoulder and bothers him little. He draws the knife and stabs at me...

...I am standing at my closed and locked bedroom door. It is a faded green. Sick with anticipation, I wait for the thing I can hear scratching on the other side...

...I am running for my door when something grabs at my ankles. I trip and the creature is all over me. I don't even want to think about how the tall and broad man is contorted, his arms are hooked up over my shoulders but he sinks his teeth into the small of my back. I arch away from him in sudden and blinding agony, screaming.
Somehow I crawl away and kick him hard in the chest before scrambling into my room and slamming the door. He throws his arms against it and the door shudders and then begins to splinter...

...I am in the kitchen. I know I have a little time before they find me again. I pull two large carving knives from the block and as I make for the hall I see the creepy mechanic staring at me. I rush for my room and close the door. Just when I think that this time will be different, I realize there is no lock on the knob. I stand to one side of the door and prepare to strike. The Mechanic throws the door open and I stab/slash at him, drawing a jagged cut across his raised forearm. It's hard to describe what happens here. I keep slicing at him, screaming as I do it, even when he throws me to the floor. His skin is a dark, mottled purple and the blood that wells up is red-black. He grins at me while I reduce him to ribbons...

...I run to my room and instead of grabbing weapons, I climb out the window. My legs feel heavy, I know that the Four are behind me and I don't have much time. I intend to run to the cliff and fly away. The rocks here are a bright burnt orange. It doesn't look fake and I admire the uniqueness of the stones even as I stumble/crawl over their uneven face. I feel a hand close around my ankle. I am just reaching the cliff which overlooks a city when I am dragged backward. I struggle and we roll underneath the outcropping. Below are women gathered in a circle around a blonde woman who is on her knees.
"Why do you run?" She asks me.
"Shouldn't I?"
"Do you know who we are?"
"...you are the---" I don't finish before she responds.
"Yeeeesss...the santamoori septividae ill." She throws her head back and her arms wide.

Puzzle Pun 08/29/2013 Nap Dream
I'm in a sort of waiting area for a place where they settle luggage disputes. Across from me is someone who reminds me of Sendhil Ramamurthy.
"Unbelievable!" He mutters, exasperated, "The scholar I'm traveling with won't allow me to remove a 2lb item from his 500lb bag, says it will unbalance the tablets he has wrapped in there. REALLY?"
I smile a little, it isn't really funny.
"What are you doing here?" He asks me.
"I have to find the correct way to stack these blocks or they won't allow me to take them." I reply, setting a long thin rectangle of marble atop a cube of similar blocks.
"It looks like a puzzle." He says.
"Yes, I suppose."
"Quite a situation we've found ourselves in..."
"Is it a puzzling situation?" I ask, smiling a little, then feel like I should apologize for my humor. "Sorry. I do love puns."
I shoot a glance in his direction to make sure we're still friendly and find that he's smiling too.

Lonnie Night Dream 08/29/2013
I don't remember the first part very well. It was pretty tame, about walking around Italy. I come home from Italy and there are people gathered in my house. A girl from work ZR and two DCs are trying to sing a song and keep messing up. They laugh at each mistake.
"Come on, get it together!" One of the girls laughs. A blonde, blue-eyed young man with high cheekbones and a square jaw sits down playfully forcing one of the girls from the group.
"Let me try." He says.
So they sing together. How they sing with the man makes the song sound completely different and when I try to join them in the familiar song, I find I don't remember the words.. I see ZR later and notice that she has lost a lot of weight. When I compliment her she smiles and says that she has been crashing at my place because I have exercise equipment. I am a little jealous of her improved figure.
I walk in on a group counseling session in the back bedroom. One of the women says that she wore her underwear into the delivery room. I laugh and she gives me a weird look.
"What did you say? I must have heard you funny."
"I said: Join the club of women who wore underwear into the delivery room."
"Oh. Right."
Gary from work walks up and says something about how fathers need to be prepared from the moment they see the positive pregnancy test. o.O

There is a lapse. ((There is nothing from WL in this next part, I am entirely a new character)) I am sleeping in the bigger bedroom with Connor, my little brother. Usually he sleeps in the same room as Suzie but tonight he is afraid. I take the cot beside the bed and allow him to have the big bed. I am worried. I haven't seen father since I've returned from my trip. He gained custody of us while I was gone. He was probably off traveling for work.
I have an absent knowledge of my family, that is separate from my character's knowledge. I know that since we came to stay with him he has become steadily more obsessed with my sister and has started to come unhinged.
I wake late in the night. Connor isn't in bed anymore. There is a disturbing stillness to the house. Father wanders into the room, he drops a towel on the bed. He glances in my direction and his expression scares me. Very slowly, I reach over and try to turn on the lights. The switch, of course, does nothing. I slide out of bed and see what he left behind. It is a white towel with dark stains all over it. I pick up the towel and walk into the living room where I find father sitting on the floor. He is tall, lanky, with tanned skin and greying hair. He babbles something at me which I don't understand, about how he was supposed to be with Suzie forever. I see cartoon versions of them sitting side by side, telling me a story of how things were supposed to be.
"What did you do?" Where's Suzie?" I speak in a whisper.
"In her room, where she should be." He replies.
I hope she is alright but somehow I know that she isn't. I walk to her bedroom and peek inside. Her bed is a tangle of blankets and a huge bloody mess of bits. Terror wells up in me but the scream sticks firmly in the back of my throat. I can't, can't.
I pull out my phone and dial 911 but when they answer, I am on hold. I wait, trying to find the words for what I've seen. When they finally pick up I can't speak, I know it wouldn't take much to get them here. Two words. Just two words. They prompt me to speak, ask if I am alright, but all I can manage is a strangled whisper "help". I'm afraid that won't be enough so I hang up and call back. I drop the towel on the floor and clutch my phone, crying. My baby sister!
I make a round of the room. When I pass by the front door I see that morning has come, and that two men are approaching the house, so I throw the door open and run outside. They are a pair of state troopers, one of them looks like Bob Saget...both of them have pretty fantastic costumes on.
Bob comes to meet me, asking if everything is alright. I raise my hands to wipe at my face, but they are bloody from the towel.
"My sister is dead." I sob.
"Can you tell me your name?" He asks.
I'm standing just to the left of the door, leaning on the wall. "ZR." I reply but the answer confuses me. I know that isn't right. What's my name? "No...I--" My confusion in combination with the blood on my hands concerns him. I know they think I killed her. "Just come inside...you'll understand when you see my father."
I remember how he looked when I came out of Suzie's room. The defensive wounds on his face and arms. Suzie put up a hell of a fight while he killed her.

I'm sitting at the end of a high school cafeteria table. Two friends sit in front of me and on either side of the table. They include me in the conversation even though I am silent much of the time. I don't really hear anything they say to me. I lift my head and stare at one of my friends who smiles at me.
"What's my name again?" I ask.
"Lonnie, sweetheart."
Then I cover my face with my hands and cry softly, pain wrenching in my chest, with the memory of my name I recall that my sister is dead.
"You're finding it easier to cry." One of them comments kindly.

I'm in a parking lot with my DC parents. They are expressing uncertainty over the path we should take because we've heard mixed reports of the road or exit we need to take up ahead of being closed. A map blocks my vision and I see a blinking red trail from our current location straight to the state line.
"I don't see that it matters." I say, "If the exit is closed down just take the straight shot out of the state, we don't even have a destination."
Both of them look a little uncomfortable. "Honey, that's a black road. There won't be any food stops." Dad says
"I'll be fine for a few hours yet. Besides! I've still got my lunch box."
He shoots me a doubtful look but ultimately we get in the car and leave.
Something about him calling a banana a weird name with the explanation that it was the sound you made when you eat one. Then I'm in a long tunnel talking to someone about Italian money, how 1 euro is worth more than an american dollar. They don't quite believe me. I shrug...what does it matter? It's true either way. Except that I'm telling my dad who has been there and should know this already.

I'm talking to a young man who feels familiar to me. Like I used to know him but we haven't talked to/thought about/seen each other in many years. I don't ever really see his face. He is wearing soft buckskin pants and is bare-chested. He is deeply tanned with light brown eyes and warm brown hair, he looks a little monochromatic because of it. He is telling me his story but we both know that I already know it, it's my story too. We are in a narrow room that sits snug against a dripping cave wall. My eyes follow his movements around the room. He has the air of a child showing off his toys...wait, that's not right. There was no joy, just a muted thread of excitement. Like it was perfunctory that he show me these things, powerless against the pull of the routine that we followed in the many times we have found ourselves meeting in this place.
He tells me that Mother passed away but he isn't worried because it was only her mortal body. A tiny spark of knowing strikes me, but I am thinking through a fog. I feel like we are earthbound gods, we have been forced to become human.

"I buried her over here, there's still a chance she'll come back. Not a big chance...but it was only her mortal body that died."

When he moves away toward the back of the cave I see, across from me, half hidden in the dark rich soil, a vaguely human shape. It is slimy, a dull red and clay-gray. The color is somehow familiar to me but I can't recall why. It has the oddest blend of human and animal features. A large, round skull with a pointed snout. Thin limbs and a tautly distended belly.
Out of the corner of my vision I notice movement and see a tiny and and face pressing outward from inside of 'mother'. Then I see two more unmoving ones. I understand that she is not his mother, but the mother. I wonder if I should tell him that she was pregnant but before I can do so he carefully covers her with a blanket of soil. I feel a little sick. I...they have been companions for a very long time.

"You won't believe the things I've found in here." He shuffles over to a pile of debris and 3 small birdcages. One is empty, one

has red canaries in it, they are all dead. "I don't know why he kept things this way...to what purpose?" He sounds curious.

"I don't..." I start to say, but he just keeps talking.

"I don't know why he would leave this in with the others."

He lifts a gold birdcage filled with cheerful-looking blue birds with fluffy tails. They are also dead. He thrusts is hand down amid their soft bodies, and pulls out a plucked one. It is bloody and decaying. I turn my eyes away.

"They are all dead, but why is this the only one rotting?"

There is a lapse. I have been traveling with friends, 3 men and 2 other women. We stop for the night or to get something to eat

and become trapped. The place puts up a forcefield at night and won't bright it back down for hours yet. It is a darkly decorated place, all dimly lit with dark red walls, black tables and chairs and red/black carpet. The place begins to change us. I am the first to become different. It is hard to explain because I don't exactly remember any of the uncharacteristic actions I took. I was just suddenly dressed in black and white wandering between the empty tables.
One of the girls talks about how she doesn't know if she can stay here much longer because they don't have something she needs. The other girl reminds her encouragingly that she has gone without before and they can just take care of it when the shield comes down.

"You're right, I can do this. I've done it before." The girl responds.

I stop at one of the tables and try to pour iced tea into a tall thing glass from 2ft above it. I sort of succeed. I notice the line the

shield cuts jaggedly through the club/restaurant. It is faintly blue and I can only see it because someone has leaned a bicycle on the opposite side to make it easier for us to tell where it is. I feel disconnected from my actions, a faint darkness has claimed me. And everyone else, it seems. My eyes trail around the room. At the far end of a long black table two of my friends are entwined on the floor kissing. Thankfully, still clothed. Before coming here the girl would not have been bold enough to make out with a boy in front of everyone, or to make a move at all. She had always been innocent, unmotivated by physical desire.

There is another lapse. I see one of my friends, a tall man with black hair out on the dance floor. He is doing all sorts of crazy dance moves I had no idea he was capable of. You know. Like splits. While I am fascinated by this display I think that if he were in his right mind he would be appalled by his clothing. He's wearing all white, a dress shirt with black buttons, a black tie, but the backside of his pants (while still white) are completely transparent...except for the pockets.
Then he is laying on his back on the long table. He has a dazed expression like he has been hypnotized. Some of the white on his clothing has turned black. Self-consciously I path my clothing and realize I'm wearing the same transparently-backed pants. Except they are shorts.
A matronly woman with red hair pulled tight and piled atop her head leans over him. I don't exactly know what she's doing. It isn't sexual but she slips a hand down between his legs, right up next to his groin. Animation seeps into him and he gets a small satisfied smirk that deeply disconcerts me. He grabs her wrist and grinds hard against her hand.

"Caspian!" I snap, "What are you doing?!" ((In hindsight this is hilarious....Caspian is my dog's name.))

Shock ripples across his face and he allows her to have her hand back, she shuffles away uncertainly.

"You won't believe the things I've seen. I feel so different." The prospect seems to make him happy. I begin to tell him that

I understand when the bare-chested monochromatic man from earlier appears and inserts himself between us. He grins and opens his arms wide in greeting before crushing me to his body, his arms around my waist, mine are around his neck. He lifts me a little off the ground. My reaction is equal parts disbelief and joy...but I don't feel joy. I feel like something has been taken from me here. Strangely he feels like a real person. So far only a few dream characters do, when he hugs me I can hear/feel the slap of our bodies and also his arms crossing my back.

"Where have you been?" I ask him.

"Searching. Didn't I say you would find this, or what?" He sounds smug and excited.

"Yes you did...I do feel older." I reply, "Different."

"Good. Now we go on to the next leg of our journey."

It doesn't feel like a good thing. What have I given up?

I had intended to do either one long post or a few when I returned, because I didn't know if I would have reliable internet access. It seems I do, though! And this one was interesting enough to post.

Part 1: Singing in Rome
There's a dead-end cobblestone street with buildings on the right side and dumpsters lined up on the left. The dumpsters are large for Italy, more like in America. There are people scattered everywhere, I can hear a radio playing and a girl singing along. The song changes, she stops, and a man begins singing in a charming tenor. When the song changes to 'Gonna Get Over You' by Sara Bareilles and the girl joins in, I start to sing too. She starts to skip down the street in time to the music, and before I follow her I realize that someone has covered the song, as it is higher than I'm used to.
People lined up along the dumpsters think that I am mocking the woman skipping away, so I stop trying to sync with her. When I walk back toward the dead end there is another woman, this one has long dark hair, tanned skin and black eyes, wearing a red tank top. I am singing 'Hate to See Your Heart Break' by Paramore, so when she says "Nice!"
I think she is talking to me. I start to thank her, and she quickly corrects me in heavily accented English.
"Singing, no. Look at where we are! Roma!" She laughs and lightly smacks my arm with the back of her hand. I am not offended, it is beautiful here.

Part 2: Running in Rome
The road is incredibly dark when we run to cross it and from where I remember the curb to be, I take a light leaping step to make sure I do not trip and fall. I run with my dad to the other side of an obstruction, where the sidewalk is elevated ten feet above the beginning part. We climb up.
"Do you think it's safe?" He asks me.
"I suppose." I answer. There aren't any people about.
"Maybe for you, I'm running around with money in my hand!"
I roll my eyes. I guess we're trying to find a bank? We find, once we climb up, that the rest of the street is destroyed and decide to turn back. Except it is too dark to see. So I take out my phone, thinking we can use it for light but he has moved ahead and is impatiently gesturing for me to follow. Oookay.
The obstruction is mostly white rubble with a stupidly wide ornate pillar and a rectangular piece of carved marble over the 'doorway'. I climb out after him, shove my phone in my pocket, and then try to hold onto the pillar without falling. It's too wide for me, since I am tiny. I slide down a little. I get to the other side and my dad is waiting in a super inconvenient spot so that I slip when I drop down beside him. He catches me, kind of, and swings me down to a flat grassy surface in front of the door. Somehow I've caught a hold of the decorative over-the-door piece and tear it off when drop. I let it go and it hits the ground, crumbling to tiny pieces.
"I probably could have put that down gently. Being a piece of history and all..." I say, frowning at the pieces. My dad shrugs his indifference.

Part 3: Lucid Rescue!!!
I am sitting in the very first seat of a public bus with a half full styrofoam cup of very american coffee. I stir the creamer in and take a sip. It is day outside but the bus window is tinted black glass. It's very peaceful and feels real. Even when I rest my forehead against the window. I don't immediately become lucid, it sort of creeps up on me. I frown down at my coffee, then at the window, and what is outside. This feels very strange.

"Obviously I am dreaming...there isn't even someone driving the bus."

As I think this I lean over a little and examine the driver's seat, it is hidden in shadow. I feel its potential to become something creepy, so I avert my eyes and take another sip of coffee. I suppose I could test it, at the very worst I'll get arrested for vandalism. Except this is a dream....soooo
I press my hand flat against the glass and push outward, the glass is now plastic and bows a little. Then I realize there is a bus driver, it's my dad.

"What are you doing?" He asks me, aghast.
"Flying sounds really neat right now." I tell him, then down the rest of

my coffee. It acts as an extreme stimulant and I shove the plastic out of the bus frame entirely. Then I start to climb out. I am not entirely lucid, part of me thinks this could be real, and it is that part that creates the seat belt which tethers me to the bus.
Outside the world is a wreck, there are cars/buses/motorcycles on every flat surface that could be used for driving as every person in Rome participates in a mass exodus from the city. It is this that convinces me I am dreaming. Also that I am already flying, but it feels like I am hanging from the bus. My dad appears in the window and grabs ahold of the seat belt with a triumphant 'aha!'. He tries to draw me in but my will is stronger. He looks worried.

I console him, "Don't worry! I'm completely lucid! I'm going to go on a trip, you can even come with me."

He doesn't look so inclined.

"But Julie, the fanny pack!" He says, thrusting his hand toward me. Ah, yes. I am wearing it, and it holds his money

and identification within. I'm not offended, I laugh.

"Oh, I see how it is."

I unbuckle the fanny pack and, holding one strap, I swing it to him. When he has a hold of it, I release the seat belt and the strap, and start to fly away. He tries to follow me out and falls. I don't believe anything bad will happen, so he is only stunned.
With an exultant cry I race into the clouds, heading toward a mossy green mountain range, all the peaks are flat and have ruins on top of them.
The sky is beautiful with large white clouds.
I can't recall all of this. At some point I begin to lose altitude and land in the water. The dream becomes brittle and when I try to rise into the sky, it becomes night and the clouds turn to crumpled masses of creamy paper. Startled by this development I fall back into the sea that has eaten Rome.

There's a lapse, I have made it back into the sky and after flying a great distance I find a u-shaped cobbled street

corner with houses on either side. It is still night, this part of the city is above water. There is a man and a woman trying to torture information out of a man, I catch part of their questioning, and land out of sight. When he refuses to respond they simply say they will go searching for 'her' since they know she is nearby.
When they leave I sneak over to where he lays prostrate on the cobbles, I didn't like the sound of the other two. The man is thin, of medium height, with sandy hair and beard, and blue eyes. He's wearing a blue polo and jean shorts. I pull him onto my back and make a run for it. I jump, as though to fly, but I can't seem to get into the air. I jump down an alley gasping words like "up! fly!" but of course they do nothing, I come to an elevated porch with a flight of stairs, the area below is obviously in water, and there's a mossy stone hill.
His face is right next to mine, he pants next to my ear.

"What are you doing?" He asks.
"If I can get enough altitude I can fly us away."
I can clearly feel his concern.
"Here, it'll be easier if you get on piggy-back."
"Are you sure..." Even in his disoriented state he has noticed I'm quite small.
I laugh, "I'm stronger than I look. Don't worry about it."

He lifts one leg, then the other, into my waiting hands and I hoist him onto my back. His legs feel misshapen. I take a running leap down the stairs and for a moment I think I'm going to fly, then I crash down hard enough to hurt my feet.

"Fine, I guess we're running." I say and take off up the hill. He feels heavy on my back and my legs start to burn.

I curse aloud trying to convince myself in gasping whispers that since I'm dreaming, weight isn't real. It doesn't work. We only make it to the other side of the hill when he writhes suddenly on my back, makes a strangled noise, and vomits thick black goo all over my neck and shoulders.

"Put, AH, put me down!"

I do as he asks, feeling the goo start to harden and burn. I take his thin face between my hands, I need to know his name.

"Hey! Who are they? What's your name?" I ask. His eyes fix on mine.
"Ah, Nathaniel. Nate. They, ah, I was traveling with my--" he starts hacking and forgets what he's talking about.

"Nate, you were traveling with your wife? Karen?" It's a completely wild guess.

He gives me a confused look. "My wife? No. My daughter. Kate."
Nate and Kate. Cute. At least it started with a K.
I hear a woman's voice nearby, calling to her companion. A glowing white arrow appears in the water next to us. The cobbles are hard under my knees.
The goo burns more and with a startled yell, I fall over next to him.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I say to him.

"Thank you for trying." Then with the last of his strength he pushes me from him, I slide across the slick stone and

flop over onto my side into a thick patch of shadow. I know he hopes they will think I am dead and leave me alone.

I hear the woman again, taunting Nate. She tells him that his wife stole shirts on a sojourn into Africa.
"Who steals from Africa?" She laughs.
I see a little blonde-haired girl (Kate) in a zebra-print dress with a pink ribbon around the waist.

A collection of fragments that felt connected, but I can't recall how.

Grief
I am in a mall, it has a natural light cast to it, there are a lot of windows. The walls and floor are a pale purple high gloss tile. Across from me is a man. He looks like my boyfriend, but he isn't. He hands me a small stack of pictures, they are hard, about the size of gift cards. The top one is of me and someone I have lost. A sharp spike of grief lances through my chest and I suddenly feel like crying. I hand him the pictures.
"You should have those back."
"Right." He seems so indifferent but takes them from me anyway. He gets up and leaves. I think how inconsiderate that was, then make an excuse for him. Maybe he didn't know. That was impossible. Everyone here knew. I look around, not sure what to do with myself now. A woman who looks like the actress who plays Julia on Under the Dome comes to find me.
The next thing I know we are in a store and she is trying to help me withdraw money, by going to one of the registers and swiping my card. It requires a passcode. An employee walks by and asks her what she's doing. She lies and says she can't get her card to work. The employee tells her to leave. She gives me an apologetic look and comes over to give me my card. I keep getting hostile looks from employees. They know who I am and I know I won't be able to stay here long. I'm bad luck.
"I knew it wouldn't work."
"It was worth a try though." She says.

I am following the mall manager and another man. He explains that a place has been designed specifically for me on the top floor. After the accident, he knows I am wary of magic, so there are wards at all cross joints to keep them from being destroyed by magic. We approach a white tower in the middle of the courtyard. The inside is bright white stone, there's a stairway spiraling following the curve of the wall. He's still talking, but I'm not really listening. What does it matter? They call it an accident, but most people still blame me for the event that killed my husband and several others. I see myself from behind, I am Saja, my long black hair curling to my waist. I have a white headband, wearing a white dress with a black floral print on it, and sandals. The stair narrows to a shelf.
This seriously concerns me. I lagged behind so I didn't get to see how the others crossed it. I frown. There's is a hand hold, a five foot gap, and another narrow shelf with a hand hold above it.
I reach up and hold on to the grip but can't seem to move like I need to.
"Don't think about it." The mall manager says. I know he's right.
I step back, looking at his outstretched hand. This feels like punishment somehow. I reach up, the hold is almost beyond my reach. I have to stand on my tip-toes to really wrap my hand 'round it. Then I swing and throw my arm out. He catches my wrist and pulls me across.
"Sorry about the gap. It's the only way we can protect the upper level, it's why there are no elevators."
He doesn't sound sorry.
"You could build a ladder." I suggest.
"No, that wouldn't work. Too obvious."
"No, it could be hidden." I start to explain what I'm imagining, an elaborate black lattice-working that surrounds the interior of the tower, only one section will be ladder. Then I realize he doesn't care and I stop talking. I feel pathetic.

Bookstore
I often visit this bookstore in my dreams. It is always busy, and there are three floors, and different tiers within for the various genres. It is wonderful. I wish it actually existed.

Bastard
I'm beside a pool at dusk. There are strangers everywhere. Lea Michelle is puzzling out why her father has never liked her. She tells me she found out about a man her mother had been with just before she met father. She seems distraught.
"I have an idea...but I don't want to offend you." I say.
"What, tell me! I promise not to get offended."
"Well...um..." I look at her thinking that maybe the man her mother married is actually not her father, that the first man is. "Maybe you're a bastard."
For a second she looks shocked. Then she realizes I'm probably right.

Haley Joel Osment Clone
I'm walking beside a young girl. I keep looking at her, because she looks familiar. I start to tell her so but she stops me with a glare.
"Don't you dare say it."
I decide, instead, to tell her what differences there are. She does look fantastically like the kid from Sixth Sense, the same eye shape and skin tone, hair color, eye color. But she is more fine boned, with a longer nose. I can't get her to like me though. She feels cruel and angry.

This dream is all fragmented, I've lost a lot of the storyline. I fell asleep on the couch and the storm kept waking me up. Not enough to move into bed, apparently.

I am taken captive, along with Sam from Supernatural, and Cyclops from X-Men. I'm not clear on why we are taken, only that they keep us complacent by feeding us this translucent purple liquid. I'll separate it into the scenes I specifically remember seeing.

Cyclops is in a small square room, it is all white except for metallic grates running along the right and left walls. The far wall is taken up by a single computer. They have commanded him here and he is supposed to follow their orders. His buddy who is drunk on the purple stuff is too dazed to make it through the door, so he is waiting outside. Cyclops has been secretly feeding his ration to his 'friend'. So now they give the order for him to go out into the hall and kill the man. They give the order absently, not really focusing on him, and not expecting an answer.
When they finally turn to look at him he gets awkward and dorky and kind of grins, "I'm um..."
"You're what?"
"I've had too much of the purple stuff again."
They sigh in annoyance.
"I'll just...go back out into the corridor and beat the hell out of number 8."
They all narrow their eyes at him as he backs out the doorway and closes it. He knows he doesn't have long before they come for him, he foolishly gave them a reason to doubt his faith.

The next time I see him he is quivering with tension, nervous, waiting for them to notice he hasn't been following their rules. Instead of killing people he has been releasing them into the woods. He 'stands guard' beside an elevator door, outside a banquet hall. If he's a good boy, he thinks sarcastically, they may feed him today. Then Jean swings around a corner in a lovely white gown. She hasn't seen him yet, and as she walks past, he seizes her by the upper arms and hides with her on the other side of a pillar.
"What are you doing here? Do you know how dangerous this place is?" He hisses.
"Yes. Why do you think I'm here?" She gives him a quick kiss. "I have a plan, hang in there, you'll be free soon." And then she is gone, sweeping gracefully into the banquet hall, leaving him there stunned.

I'm out in the woods, I am myself. Some part of me knows how the story is supposed to go, how I am supposed to act. So I lift the water bottle to my mouth and dizzily drink more of the purple stuff. I can't think straight, but I can't stop drinking it. Some clever chemical, or brain-washing technique makes me believe that my mind would clear if only I could drink enough of it. I can't remember what I'm doing out here and at the same time I know that soon Dean will find me and I'll be safe. First I have to drink more. So I do. Then I collapse in a drunken heap. ((I compare it to alcohol, though it wasn't, it was more like a drug.))

The next thing I know I am in a rough wooden cabin with Sam and Dean. Dean didn't really come to rescue me, but he couldn't leave me there either. So here I am. Sam still can not speak clearly so that he has to gesture what he means, something about a commercial with a dog licking his chops, he gives Dean a frustrated look. Dean hands him a bowl of wet Alpo. There's a bowl of mixed dry and wet dog food on the counter, I eat a bite of it. It doesn't really taste like anything, my head clears a tad. Then Dean turns to me with a spoon.
"You'll want some of this. I think it works better." Dean says.
"Tastes better, too." Sam says. "Almost like meat."
So I take the bite from the proffered spoon and nod in agreement. It really did taste better.

A fragment of me and my father talking about ways to deal with muggers, if they try to steal my glasses.
"Just let them take them and run." He says.
For a second that makes complete sense, then I frown at him. "But dad, if I don't have my glasses I won't be able to see anything."
"But you'll be alive."
"But I won't be able to see anything...."
"But you'll be alive."
"Oookay. I'll throw down my glasses then."

I...don't feel like proofreading this.

My house is more like a dorm than a duplex, the hall is wider and has more doors, but all the colors are the same. I wander into our room and think it still feels more like his than ours. I can hear my boyfriend talking from the kitchen, he is telling someone that he is going out to pick up food for a party. In our room there is a stranger in the bed with a blonde woman. They aren't really wearing anything. He has coerced her into playing a sex game. I find myself sitting on the bed, strangely intent on their actions.
"What is the point of this game again?" The woman asks.
"Jesus! The point is to see how long I can kiss you without vomiting. You're disgusting. When was the last time you showered?" He's being a huge jackass but she doesn't leave.
He coerces me into 'playing', and eventually I say that I'll only have sex with him if he calls my boyfriend in to help. Some more strangers come into the room, the same ilk as the man in the bed. At least they're wearing clothes. They decide that since I'm not playing his game, I can play theirs. It's called 'See how long you can stay conscious while we beat you'. What, doesn't that sound like fun to you?
I struggle as they pull my legs out straight and begin to strike me. I'm surprised by how much it hurts. The stranger decides he's going to have sex with me whether I want it or not, says that's what I get for being a tease.
Thankfully I fall unconscious.
I 'wake' with the sensation of arms wrapping around me. It is so realistic that I cry out and try to struggle away.
"Hey, are you alright? It's just me." It is just my boyfriend. I relax and lay next to him for a while. Eventually we get out of bed. I want to tell him what I've done before the stranger does it. What will I say? I was curious and it turned out badly? For a minute I thought I wanted to sleep with someone else? Before I can figure it out, he leaves.

Something else happens. I can't remember, but I'm coming back into the dorm/duplex and I am suddenly lucid. As always, I'm amazed by the clarity, how real it feels. I round a corner and find myself in the hall outside our room. Ours is the only one standing open, I go inside but my boyfriend isn't there.
At first I intend to find him, but when I get back into the hallway I start to mentally call for Liam. At the end of the hall is a wide wooden gate that is about my height and 10' wide. I immediately notice that there isn't a handle but I'm curious. The force of my curiosity creates a gap between the corner of the door and the wall. I hook my fingers into it and pull until it creaks open. On the other side is a collapsed tunnel. I hear a distant rumbling and dirt showers down from above. Of course, I think cynically, the one way I want to go is blocked off. It doesn't occur to me that I can clear the way. Instead I close the door and as I'm turning away notice a faded white dumpster filled with sapphire blue dirt. I'm having trouble with my eyes. The right one keeps dragging and skipping images. I think that maybe if I keep it closed I won't wake up, so I gently close my right eye with my finger and cover it with my hand. It seems to work.
"What are you doing, silly? You aren't using your eyes." And once I realize that, I have no further trouble seeing.

There's a breezeway and another sharp corner where there's a bathroom. I hear one of the managers from work talking about me, saying that I was such a whore for sleeping with a stranger, in my boyfriend's bed, while my boyfriend was in the other room. It makes me ridiculously angry, I see them leave out the side door and take the front door which leads out onto a bright pink pathway made of metal grates, that runs parallel to the path below. I suddenly have a bat in my hand. I run, savoring the feeling of the wind on my face and how the metal vibrates under my feet with each running step I take. I run lightly, easily, cutting off the three people below and jumping down in their way.
I land on one person, smack the second with the bat, and when the manager has the audacity to be amused, I throw the bat at his face.
There. Problem solved.
Then I realize the person I landed on is my friend Laura and I have hurt her. Still, she is glad to see me. I pick her up to carry her home, but her body is stretchy like...rubber or taffy. Or maybe a length of fabric. And for some reason there's a cat sitting on her chest. I struggle to pry it off of her and then cast it away so I can lift her more easily.


Um, something about a funeral? I was being disrespectful by riding a bicycle around while a man tried to talk to everyone who had gathered to honor the dead. When he mentions that food will be brought out, and that the caterers are fantastic, two people come outside with the food...carrying a vat of pork in a container shaped like a pig, that's suspended between two poles and is dripping grease everywhere. It smells delicious.

In Which Liam Kisses a Man

There is an image reel on the wall. When I turn the knob beside it different portraits cycle into

view. They are kind of terribly drawn anime faces and all different kinds. They are familiar. People I knew as Saja. I become lucid for this but immediately the images start to catch and blur like I can no longer make the reel function correctly. So I pull back and watch as the DC I was inhabiting takes over. He is a hulk of a man, at least 6'7", broad and muscular. He looks to be made out of dark rock. He turns the reel and the top one that is even with his face becomes a mirror. Then the mirror becomes a window and there is a person on the other side. My heart does a sort of flopping thing, like a fish on dry land. The man on the other side of the glass is Liam. By the second his face becomes more defined and animated. Pale skin, bright like he is illuminated from within. Clear blue eyes, a long straight nose, wide smiling mouth and bright copper hair.

"AH! Now I can think again." He says. The window becomes a door and then disappears.

As tall as he is, the DC is still four inches taller. Liam is obviously amused, standing in front of the hulking man with his hands on his hips in an achingly familiar posture. Lean, fit Liam is out-bulked by the DC. He's wearing a loose white suit with faded blue accents.

"Well...that's an interesting new look for you." Liam says, smiling a little. He still thinks I'm in

there, looking up at the DC. He hooks a fine long-fingered hand around the back of the DC's neck and pulls him down, kissing him on the mouth. "Since you are obviously otherwise occupied, I'll get out of here." While the presence of Liam is gone, a DC walks away. He looks deformed and is no longer wearing the suit, but a tank top and jeans. He's like an ugly echo of the rock DC.

Ghost Child

I'm in the house in MA. It is haunted by an infant who died. I am the mother. The spirits usually come out at night or on dark days. Now it is

night. I need to wash my hands but as I pause by the open bathroom door, I can already hear the infant crying forlornly from where she lost her life. I decide to go to the kitchen instead. For some reason Attachment 5260 the sink is on the same wall as the entry door and the dining room entry-way instead of on the far side. The cabinet doors are open and white hand towels are draped across them, so that I can't see underneath the sink. As I pass in front of the sink I realize that I am holding my arms like I am cradling a baby, and that in my arms is a bundle of white blankets. I feel a distant, gauzy spike of fear which is soon replace with a desperate mad sort of awe. The longer I focus on the blanket, the more I notice a tiny perfect face underneath a corner of blanket. I draw the fabric back and the baby screams, immediately fussy.

"Shhhh...mommy's here." I try to soothe her, rock her, sure that my continued existence

hinges on successfully calming her. "We'll spendsome time together, you and I. The whole night, if you want."

She yawns, but she feels...menacing still. But she is mine and I will not cast her aside.

It isn't her fault that she cannot rest like other dead. I leave the kitchen and instead of stairs there is a long hall with benches hugging the walls. I sit down and for some reason set her down on the bench beside me, facing the bedroom side of the house. A blonde teenager appears and, recognizing the baby for what she is, begins antagonizing her.

"HEY, you'll stop if you know what's good for you!" I say, knowing that for her to stay, he

needs to stop and if he doesn't she will kill him. It has happened before.
He glares at me and stops leaning over her.
"We're spending time together, leave us alone."
A girl appears and the bundle disappears. She looks like this: Attachment 5261. I know she is my daughter. She has tanned skin, long wavy brown hair pulled half back and somewhat chubby cheeks. Her brown eyes glitter with thinly veiled malice. Attention for her is sustenance.

"You have been warned once. Your actions are making me hungry...you don't wanna

know what I eat." She says and tries to smile at me but her eyes are still hard and angry, and the mask of her face just makes me sad. At least she is here with me.
She cuts between myself and the young man and approaches a closet door. She is a young woman and looks like Red from Once Upon a Time, Attachment 5262 she's wearing a loose white shirt with slit shoulders, black shorts and knee high black boots. There is a thin trickling of blood at the corner of her mouth. I realize then that she is not even a vampire, but a cannibal and that she eats people alive. I try to tell myself I am wrong but all the while she watches the young man with a obvious hunger. ((I suppose I have decided this is what my daughter looks like, because that's also how I saw Aura from this dream Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views - Amurehna - Dream Journals, and Aura is Saja's daughter in the story I'm writing. I got her name from another dream, maybe I'll post that one too. Eventually.))


Sleep Paralysis Interlude

I am in bed and I can not move. I open my eyes a little at the sound of a woman's

voice. She is twisted like a contortionist, her head between her legs and her legs bent at the knee so that my legs run underneath her. She is telling me a story about when she was alive, that in her time there was not a friend of hers that did not have a boxed hair dye called White Wash Blonde, by Bombshell Antiquities. I even get a view of the aged white and red box. I start to tell her that she could still use it, but then I realize that she is completely bald. I figure if I can keep her talking she won't be so terrifying.
Then I realize there's a man on the other side of her. I feel a hand grip my foot. I issue a whimper of terror and look over at my boyfriend who is playing a game on his computer. I wish that he would hear me, come over and wake me up. He does not notice though.

There's a fragment about being in my living room and seeing piles of greyish dirt on the floor. I see a pink and white dress on the floor in the dust and shake it out, put it on, and pat the remaining stuff out of the skirt.

WTF Mash-up

John Locke escapes from containment, he has been captured by a secret faction called

The Project headed by Noah Bennet. They will not tell him anything. When Locke frees himself, the world outside is fantastically colorful and brightly saturated. There are fields in every direction, lush green and bursting with crops. He sees a man spraying water mixed with chemicals over a large pumpkin patch, the largest is man sized. Noah finds him and tells John he was not ready to see any of this and is certain that John will not even try to understand the purpose of The Project.

"So...what exactly is your goal?" Locke asks.
"Would you believe me if I said that we are trying to ease the food shortage by growing larger crops?"
"No, I wouldn't."
"I didn't think so."

We have infiltrated the area and are looking for Locke. Sometimes I am with my

boyfriend and sometimes he is Jack (this time he looks a little like this guy he is 6' tall with black hair, true to form he is wearing a blue and white plaid button-up and black jeans). We stand facing one of the fences, behind it are great green rolling hills of crops. We exchange a look. I am standing in bright yellow dirt that when wet has the texture of sand. It reminds me of the Yellow Brick Road. I wonder aloud if they added yellow dye to get this effect because I have never seen dirt like it. I bend down and puck up some between my thumb and forefinger. Strange.

A black man in a suit hails us from the road and we turn to face him. "Hey now, you know

you're not supposed to be out here." He says. He doesn't seem at all threatening, we make an effort to look ashamed that we have broken the rules. "Come on, we'll get you two gingers initiated. Boss says that we can trust you."
We follow him back to the road without a fight, I look up at Jack.

"Did you hear him call us gingers?"
"Yeah." He lets out a brief, quiet laugh.

When I look at him again I can see some bright coppery strands mixed in with the black.

"You're looking a little auburn today so I understand you, but what about me? My hair is black."

He scrutinizes me and then grins, replying with some nonsense like "Well, you've got that V." Which makes me think of vampire blood, like from True Blood.

"Oh yeah." I say nodding. "I guess."

We reach a broad wooden gate-wall and are welcomed inside.

"Boss said you could help us solve a murder, that your talent is uniquely suited for this kind of thing."

There's a lapse. Noah is on vacation with Claire and his wife. Claire is acting more like Juliette Barnes from Nashville. She seeing a

farmhand, Alex Pettyfer, but her parents found out and tried to sever the relationship by deceiving him into thinking she no longer wished to see him. They are in a hotel room. Noah displays a hologram of Claire.

"Hey! Daddy, why do you have that? It's mine." She says petulantly.

"We took it from that boy you've been seeing...you won't be talking to him anymore." says Noah.

She watches the hologram. It is of herself swimming with lengths of dusky purple fabric hiding her nakedness only JUST. They used to use the hologram to communicate, so Noah used it and acted like he was sending a message from Claire.
Claire taps the comm on her ear. "Operator, patch me through to the Folds."

"I apologize, mistress, contacted with the Folds has been suspended."
"NO! You have to tell him I don't mean it."
"Contact..."
"Will you keep trying?"
"Yes mistress."
"Daddy...we're not on vacation, are we?"
"No, honey. There is something happening at home and I didn't want you in the middle of it."

As we leave the field it erupts violently into motion, like a roiled mess, like a landslide

spilling up from the earth, swirling and swallowing anything in its path. When the hands realize what is happening they try to speed away in all different sizes of work trucks. Most do not make it. What looks like a blue garbage truck careens wildly on the loose earth but manages to escape. This vehicle is driven by Alex. It is not clear whether Noah triggered the upheaval or if the land revolted because of all the chemicals they poured into it.

As I walk with the black man and my boyfriend/Jack, he tells us the story. I very

clearly see an armored munchkin knight who has become a vampire, lift the visor on his helm and attack Snow White. They were under orders from a 3rd party to kill her and a number of others. She was in her castle, they killed her on the landing between two flights of stairs. The munchkin regrets the part he played in the murders but kept doing the Other's bidding until he was murdered as well. As a medium, I am here to call their spirits and to declare to all gathered who the plotter is.

I'm in a darkened hotel room with my boyfriend. he mentions seeing a trailer for a movie and says it has 'the man I met' in it, sounding a

little jealous. I have no idea what he is talking about until he shows me a poster of the movie. It is Damon from Vampire Diaries in bed with 6 women.

"Of course he'd be a ladies man." I say, smiling a little. I don't recall ever meeting him

though. There was also a scrap of storyline about Elena and remember thinking that this is how the munchkins became vampires in the first place.

Walking with my boyfriend/Jack toward a large building with a sliding barn door. I

separate from myself and huddle against the wall to watch her approach. Nadia, another medium, appears. Nadia looks like her, but with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She's wearing a blue/white tank top with khaki cargo pants. They recognize their like nature immediately and when they draw too close together something odd happens. Their hands meld together into one long fleshy appendage and they fall to their knees, eyes glowing, heads thrown back. Together they will call out the murderer.

There are Disney princesses all around the room. Cinderella is next to me, I now realize

that I am Snow White. In the far corner of the room Sleeping Beauty lays on a table...and on top of a dead body. When she spots the mediums she flies into an ill-considered rage immediately giving herself away. I am not really sure what happens next, she stalks around the room yelling nothing that makes any sense. Her evil gaze falls on me and at once I realize that this isn't Sleeping Beauty, it is a witch that has stolen her skin and wears her like a costume (EEEEWWW).

"YOU! What are you doing here?! I guess that's what I get for leaving the job to a bunch

of munchkins." Then she shoots me in the head with a fireball, it goes straight through my head like a bullet and melts my head to the wall like a ragged mess of wax (thank you subconscious...). She murders Cinderella and I realize I can still move, I reach out and seize the skirt of her sparkling blue/pink dress. I rip the Sleeping Beauty dress and skin enough that it shows everyone the witch underneath. She kills five more people before someone takes her down. A flock of Jasmines appear carrying bowls, their necklace and headband gems glowing green as they spread out and heal the 'dead'. With my limited scope I try to find my boyfriend, but I know that he has left and didn't bother checking to see if I was alright. Jasmine heals my weird wax-melted head.

Something about all of it feeling staged, like Sleeping Beauty only thought she was killing all of us, or that through the mediums we lived her intentions.

Fragment 1: Lois Lane

I am a Lois Lane visiting from another reality. Superman starts calling me 'the true Brazilian' so that he won't confuse me with his Lois. I laugh and say to another DC "Hey, did you hear what he called me?"
"I don't get why you're so amused." They reply.
"I'm not even Brazilian." XD
There was more to this one but I can't remember it now. Something about wanting to get married? And watching Superman fly? And speculating that you would describe Superman's movements as 'athletic' but never as 'graceful'.

Toradora! and Fake Zombies!
Our society is split into factions. As Ryuuji I break into another faction's school at night to post propaganda for my own faction. Initially I believe it is dangerous and that they won't hesitate to kill me. I've pinned up posters at every intersection. A wild tangle of children zombies burst from the hall opening and stare at the propaganda. We rush for the posters and I grab one, then turn and flee. They rage after me, yelling and...laughing? I turn down various halls and then try to go back the way I came before I find the way choked with zombies.
I keep trying to be afraid, but I become lucid and think that I am taking this dream way too seriously. After all, they're just children dressed as zombies. They're painted a sickly green and they orange and red streamers tied to their hair and wrists.
It is a game. They will not hurt me. I run still but it is incredibly fun. I make it to a glass door leading to a stairwell and I leap down one flight of stairs and when I find the way blocked with 'zombies' I slide down the railing on my belly. There's a lady that looks like an anime version of Carol from Walking Dead who keeps trying to tickle me so I have to let go of the railing. She gets me the first time, and I spot her again in another stairwell, she gives me a sheepish and amused look when I call her out on it and yell that she won't get me this time. We grin at each other.

Then I am at Ryuuji's home, looking down at him. Taiga is supposed to be coming over. He's sitting on the bed, he's wearing brown colored contacts and for some reason I think that's wrong, that his eyes should be green. So my subconscious produces some drama to make it so.
His brow furrows slowly and I focus on his eyes, the contacts dissolve, leaving startling green behind. This has stunned him, and looks painful.
"Asuka!" He cries, his intonation is just like it should be, sort of whiny and high. "Aaaaaasuuuka! My eye. My eyes are burning!" His face goes stiff and I realize he has passed out before he's finished speaking. He collapses to the side staring sightlessly at the ceiling.

I woke up before getting to follow that storyline. I'm really curious where it would have gone.