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It was a very interesting night, as in it was almost stereotypical of my sleeping pattern. I woke up the first time after three hours of sleep, felt back asleep for one hour and a half, woke up with a dream, felt back asleep for one hour, woke up with another, more vivid dream. I would probably could have induced a lucid if I didn't have to get up for uni.

Dream one: I'm with my sister in a beast of a car, more of a SUV really, with heavily tinted windows. My sister is the one driving, and she has a rather sportive approach to it. It's sunny outside, and it's pretty warm inside the car. The trafic we're in is pretty heavy, and she's trying to go into a parking lot on a hill, that looks like the one of my older university. It has the same tree that shadows the grass just enough for flowers to bloom. My sister pulls up next to another black, enourmous car. I take a quick look to the other car and notice that the driver is still sitting in it. I recognize the hadsome man I've see before and get out of the car to softly rap on his side window. My sister is annoyed at me but he looks up and smiles. I walk a little away so he can get out of his car as my sister starts going up the hill. We go behind her in a friendly silence.

Dream two: I'm in a house with other girls. It's more of a wooden cabin, with wooden furniture and a gigantic, open chimney, with a roaring fire and a roasting apparatus. Looking out from the windows I can see snow, and open fence, and the fiery orange of dusk. We're trapped in. There's spiders crawling on the walls, big, shiny, sickly things glittering in the fire light. There's a big oak table in front of the fire, with a empty metal plate and a big carving knife waiting. The corner of the room are shadowing, but not enough to hide the bones laying there.
I suddently understand that I'm in a witch hunt. And she's hungry.
A tall, hunched over hag enters the cabin. She's not much taller than me, but here proportion are off somehow, with longs, gnarly arms and a big hunch. She's wrapped in dirty rags and a long dress, her skin looks like bark and her hair like white lichen. All the girls cower and try to hide from the witch. I see her grab her knife and a girl's arm. She starts to drag her to the fire, but the girl struggles and manage to escape the hag graps for a second. It throws the witch off balance, and I jump in to push her into the fire. She let out a shrill scream as the flames engulfe her, her skin blistering and smoking.

I'm in the dark, laying on my bed. I hear the phone ringing and grumble about it, trying to fall back asleep. I toss and turn a little, but nothing do. I get up without bothering with the light and get out of my bedroom into the corridor. I stumble pass the furnitures and into the entrance and take the key to the mailbox before getting out. The cold seize me, and I think that I souldn't have go out wrearing only my pajama. The front of the garden is very diffrent, with a hedge rather than a fence and proper lawn rather that gravel The house in front of mine is still the same thought. I still go to get the mail; the mailbox is cream rather that green, and rather beated up. Inside there's two small packages and an handfull of flyers. I chuck the flyers into the outside bin and get back in. It's still very dark, and I feel heavy and tired. I drop the packages on the kitchen table and head back to bed.

Then I woke up, and started to list all the points where I should have snapped into lucidity. One of the obvious one being that I'm in my student flat.Dammit. And it was, of course, three in the morning.

I'm in a ginormous wooden cabin, with a very open floor plan, and all of my family, plus guests. We're preparing a birthday party, for my sister I think. It's a very sunny day, and beams of light stream from the bay windows, one of them open into a glittering snow covered garden. It's pretty hot inside despite that; there's lit fireplace all around. We'ere obviously doing the finishing touchs for the party: tables are dressed with white cloth, and there are garlands on the mezzanine. Half of the people are already in their classy clothes, my sister rocking a snazzy golden dress that enhance her natural tan. My mother and her briefly fuss about her hair and she run away to fix something. I'm here out of duty, and help putting food and beverages around, already dolled up. The friends and family I keep crossing paths with seem very happy to see me here and keep telling me that I should be all dressed up more often. It's a little overhelming and I run back to the kitchen insteand of answering them. My mother boyfriend is here, not ready for the party at all in a t-shirt and short. He looks like he just stepped out of the shower and wandered in. In his usual blunt manner, he point out that I finally look pretty in that dress and makeup.* Starting to feel fed up, I walk out of the kitchen to the back of the house, which is more calm. I climb some stairs and sit on the landing of the second floor, pulling on the hem of the dress. It's a a nice burgundy with black ribbons and a little frill, and the heels I'm wearing match well. The second floor is almost in the dark, with only a fireplace in the back and a little sun shining around the closed curtains. I can barely hear the sound of the party here, it's rather peaceful. Someone come from the first floor, stopping a dozen stairs under me and looking up. It's the dark haired man I already saw before, striking green eyes looking at me with a hint of concern. He's wearing a tuxedo, and has a champagn flute in his hand; it seem that the party has started.

*Yes, he is that blunt. It's not malicious on his part, but it can be jarring. It's true that without any makeup I look like a mix between a rather ripe zombie and a creepy porcelain doll, but I would rather sleep in the morning that make my face. And I can't find fondation that is light enough to match my skintone anyway.

I'm laying on my bed, in the dark, feeling warm and relaxed. I feels a slight rocking motion and trying to push my dream body out, but I don't have enough momentun and snap back in, waking up in the process. I manage to stay still and look for the rocking motion again, wainting until I'm confident I can throw myself out. I roll off the bed and go to the window. I go through it and walk in the dark, waiting for the darkness to subside. When I can finally see I'm standing on a road between two hedges and it's the end of the afternoon. Eli is already here, and I take his hand. He wrap me in a tight hug and I get gently pulled on my tiptoes, burying my face against his neck, smelling cologne and his warm skin undernearth. I lose my equilibrium and lean against him, encircled in his arms, and the dream threaten to shatter like glass. He let go of me, reminding me that I have to look for someone. I'm not very lucid but I know he's right, so I climb other the hegde into a tree and use the brach to lauch myself into the sky. I' flying very low, and I use the trees on my way to try to go highter.
I fly close to a small group of dream characters; I can't really see their faces, but one of them is familiar. I land next to him and he smiles, recognizing me. It's the handsome man with the patrician features and he is as happy to see me as he was is the first dream I saw him. He takes my hand for a basemain, but the mighty kitty wakes me up.
At this point I check the time, and since it's still early, I decide to try to do a WBTB, as I can't chain.
I am in a garden, without lucidty. I'm with agroup of girl, we're celebrating something like a engagement. We're all on motocycles, except one, who only has a bike. I get off my ride, telling her to take it, that I will find something else. On cue I hear hooves, and I turn around. A cybernetic horse is coming for me. It's made of a strange, shiny almost black blue material, with a blue shiny outline stylizing its face and body. Its eyes are pupilless and shining too, and its mane is a plate of the same material as the rest of it. There is some kind of plugs on its back, and I use them to secure a saddle made of a simple piece od leather on its back before climbing. I don't need a tack to steer it, but the girls with me find it innerving, so I materialize a bridle around its head. The horse rears up and nickers, very unhappy with that.

I really need to stress to myself that I need to find the silvery man and not any pretty thing I find on my way

I'm with a golden haired man with short, slicked back hair. He pulls me in a car and I have to drive it through a underground parking lot. It's decrepit, the cement is stained and pitted, with the metal bar embedded in it sticking out like bones from a carcass with rust leaking out. Part of it is falling appart, blocking some roads. I try to find my way in it, my compagnon not very helpful. He does give me some direction, and we reach a back-end. I turn the car around, telling the man I won't let him get us into trouble if we need a quick guetaway.

I find myself in a house with my family, namely my mother, her brother with his dog, and my sister. They were out to the beach and everyone is tired, my mother sleeping on the couch in her still wet clothes with a blanket over her. I notice a piece of paper poking out of her pocket and take it without waking her up. There's in fact two papers: on of them is too wet and desintegrate into a pulp, bu the other is still mostly whole. I read part of it; it's a very heartfelt letter from my father, written just before or after my sister's birth. It's written on a prescription paper, with the heading of the hospital he worked in when I was very young. It's typical of him, and rather sweet. I carefully lay it flat on the table to dry, feeling lot of love for both my parents.

Finally, I wander outside that room to a living room with french windows opening into a stone terrace with iron-forged garden furnitures. There's a crew of cameramen here, filming what seems to be a business lunch. There's a dozen of people in suit, both men and women, eating an expensive salad in the sun. I'm lurking inside, not wanting to be filmed. I look around the room, there's a desk with a handful of pens and some letters, but I don't pay close attention to it. There's also a big cardboad box. I take off the lid and there's a big, pitch black rabbit in it, on a bed of hay. I pick it up and hold it close to me, it's as big as a cat and very fluffy, with a downy belly. I'm careful to keep it's legs tighly hold so it can't kick, but it's a very chill rabbit and it let's itself being carried around like a big furry baby. I walk to the other side of the room and find a stone wheel going down. There's growling coming from it, deep below. I call in it and something come up; it's sewage, dark and sluggish, with a white mouse swimming in it. I take it out of the sewage, but I didn't caught it properly and it twists out of my hand and fall to the floor before running away. I'm not very sad about it, since it was dripping wet and dirty. I gently put the rabbit down and pat it's head before opening the door for it. It hops out and I go back to lurking next to the windows. One of the people eating, and handsome man with olive skin and strong, patrician features, looks up and away from the lunch and right to me. He seems to recognizes me and his cold, calculated smile turn into an incredibly warm, sweet one. He politly but quickly excuses himself from the table and gets inside. He's tall and broad-shouldered, with cropped, very curly dark hair. I reach up to his face, and he catches my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine. His hands are as big as the rest of him, making me feel small. He smiles and cups my face with his other hand, it feels very warm and slightly rough, probably from calluses. I smile and coyly look away.

To bed at 12:08 a.m.

Woke up at 7:30 a.m. non-lucid

Working at some sort of job, serving a handsome, Asian man beer as part of the job. He tries to get me to drink some, but I keep refusing. I think he's flirting with me. I tell him I've never drank alcohol before.

Another day on the job. I'm at the back near the exit dealing with a table of customers when someone at the front stabs someone. I sneak out the exit and later hear that everyone in the restaurant was killed (I think).

News reports about the killer (I think). No one is sure what to do with him/her yet.

I'm in Japan and meet a group of people studying abroad. I'm only there for a month because I'm married, but content with that. Later I am in a room with another guy studying abroad and tell him about how I'm married and only here for a month. I don't remember, but I think he might be the killer. I think I was a little afraid he was going to kill me, but somehow knew he wouldn't. Or perhaps we were talking about the killer. Perhaps I felt like he could protect me. I don't remember anymore.

While working in the restaurant, I remember there being a middle aged lady supervising me. I think she was Chinese. She kind of looked like one of my close friends’ moms, but not exactly. I think her hair was dyed a purplish color. There was another woman worker as well more around my age, a little older. She was Asian too. I think the middle aged lady reprimanded me for not drinking the beer with the customer.