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The first dream is from yesterday, I was too tired to put it here.

Space opera:
I'm in a gigantic spaceship, watching two men argue violently. One of them is obsviously military, trying to keep the other in rank. The other is some kind of scientist with psionics abilities, and he abrutly end the discution with what amoung to a force-shock, effectivly killing the military man. I run away before he sees me, along a curved corridor with lights embedded in the wall and shining white panels. I reach a vertical shaft cutting the corridor and flight myself upward using some kind of telekinesis, until I find a sas that open into a lab with a lot of people in lab coats, busy working. Some of them have a light halo around their heads, and are in charge of the other. I tug at the sleeves of the worker closer to me and gently levitate them into the sas. One of the man with a halo tells me "I'm not allowed to carry butterflies with me." I understand that butterfly is a slang to designate non-psionics peoples. I grab the railing and keep picking up the butterflies to get them away.


Relativity in time and space.
I'm in a big house, almost a manor, with another woman around my age. We're trying to protect a child from someone, and we have the help of a two men: a young, good-looking one with the face of a cursed poet and slighty curly brown hair, and a taller, more brutish one with a gentle streak. Both of them know of a place in which time is folded on itself, and the door keeps changing place. The poet seems to like me a lot and each time we find the door and get inside he welcomes me with a hug. The child, the woman and me keep changing outfits, matching the place and the time we get in each time the safe haven moves, leaving us behnd.

I'm prepping for some kind of exam, the girls with me are passing around makeup as if it's a essential part of the whole thing.

I'm at a groscerie store, it's in a old brick warehouse, with long rectangular windows. It's nicely cold inside with stack of brightly colored fruits and vegetables. I'm not alone in here; there's a teenage girl dressed to the nine in grungy, gothic clothes, with matching black lipstick and rebellious attitude. There's a groupe of men dressed in what's look like armies fatigues, they seem world weary and dangerous. And of course there's the cashier, a slimy, wannabe womanizer in a open collar shirt with slicked back dark hair and a gold chain dangling in the tuff of hair of his chest.*

The girl go to pay for her stuff and he hand here a small booklet with a black cover. I go after her to pay for my things and he and me a similar booklet, only mine looks like his little sister made it. I walk out of the back of the store to a park with gravelled paths and a fontain. I read the booklet; it's telling me that I'm some sort of paranormal creature, and that I'm both descending and under the tutelage of a godess named Asthatée. I get angry reading, telling that it's a bunch of horseshit. The dangerous-looking men are getting out behind me and trying to calm me down, telling me that they are used to that kind of things, but I blown them off and go to the cashier to tell him that he shouldn't hand out shit like this to teenager. He absolutly flips out and jump me, his hand turning into claw and going for my neck. I run away under one of the window, and one of the man, a hunter, manage to get on the ledge and use it to pour liquid fire on the enraged cashier, making him melt. Another of those men got caught in the fight and is badly burned; I look for something to soothe his pain. I spot a bottle behind the desk of the now deseased cashier: it's micronised milk. I grab it and pour some on the burns of my savior; it seem to work and he's relieved.

*classy act, this one.

I'm in a gigantic boat, all steel and rust. I have to share my cabin with two other girls, and it's implied that there are many more. We're en route to a nebulous location othersea, and while not exactly happy about it we will be glad to get off the boat.
A woman open the cabin door to chid us, telling me that I need to turn in my drawnings ASAP, while giving contradictory instructions. I decide to take one of the other girl hair as model, and when free them from the hair clips. I start to drown, then wake up.

No snake involved in last night dream, have an adventure instead.

I am in a east-european village, all stone and narrow muddy paths, with an overcast sky and chilling atmosphere. There isn't many people in the street, save for a black carriage without horses and a older gentleman with sweeping white hair. I walk to him and he hands me a curved sword. I tie it to my waist and go on to the center of the village; I need to go throught it to reach a castle looming on a hill. I put the sword to good use as a group of bandits attacked me with a knife that looks like it's made from a rasor blade monted on a oyster knife's handle. I know that this thing is made to slit throat and I dispatch them. I then go to the inn, it's pretty packed but I can't put my weapon away; I feel a painful pressure everytime I try.
I head out and finaly reach the castle. A pack of giant wolves is waiting for me, some of them with brlood red fur. I slay the ones who attack me, before one of the survivor take me on his back to enter the castle. What's left of the pack is following us, I notice that they're all brown, and somme of them have ribbon around their necks. I get off my wolf companion and walck up some stairs with an white wolf playfully nipping at my heels*. I become aware that someone is narrating what I'm doing, but I don't pay close attention to it.
The celling is lower and lower, I have to go to a big door that open in a high-celing room that seem to cover all the back of the castle. I swich on the light and see an enormous cat I think is mine** an go to the over side of the room, which is full all light thanks to gigantic windows. I can see the slab grey sea, an manucured lawn and a blue pool.
I subdue the light so my wolfs can come with me and find a deckchair to lounge on. My family join me, and I use mind power to lock the door going into the dark room for their safety. My grand mother start complaining about it and the windows start slamming open because of a strong wind. I try to keep them closed with my mind, but I can't until I make microscopic holes in the glass panel, "so the salt can go through" as my grand-mother say.

The dream flicker and I'm buying clothes with my sister before waking up.

*an habit of my sister's dog, who does have white fur.
**which is funny, because the mighty kitty is mighty in his mind but not much in his size.

I debated a little with myself about putting this dream here, but yeah.

I am in a anonymous hotel room with twin beds and long windows with thick draps, it's nighttime. I'm with another girl, blond and pretty in a bland way, and modestly clothed. She is heavily pregnant, as I am, and is helping me with contractions. I sit on one of the bed, the pain is slow and burning and is a far cry from what I know about child birth. I prop my legs up and appart, breathing throught the contraction. My fellow in birthing is crouching down and her breathing mirror mine.
I reach between my legs and feel something pushing out, warped in a thin membrane. It's slippery with blood and fluid and I can't grab it, I have to birth it. I feel a lot better when it's finally out. The membrane is opaque, light pink with little veins all over, like an amiotic sack the size of a 5 kilogramms rice sack. I pick it up, the thing inside is wriggling and slithering. I hold it against me, it's warm. The membrance open up, revealing a colorful snake looking non-venimous (its has a cute :3 face, like a boa) thick as my wrist.
I woke up, thinking "Ok, WAT?" while Eli was sort of terrified.

Got one hell of a insomniac episode and ended up waiting for sunrise browsing youtube with a very sleepy Eli. He conviced me to try sleeping around 5-6 am and I walked out of bed with a cotton mouth around 10.

I'm with my mom and my little sister in my new mom's car, in the center of my town. It's reasonably sunny and the streets are moderatly busy, but there's roadworks everywhere so we need to find another way to go home. We ended up finding a little, less used street around town, with dingy bush around it and a lot of dirt and dust. The only problem is that someone put an automated gate on it. I get out of the car and open the gate, but my mother take forever and a half to start the car back up, because she's chatting away with my sister. I have to put myself against the gate to it doesn't close again, and it keep hitting my hip trying to close. Luckily it's mostly a metallic mesh over a flimsy frame, so it's more annoying that anything. The car finally start moving, and because the road is very narrow, the wheel go by so close to my feet that I feel the road dipping under the weight of the car.
Later, we recieve the owner of the automated gate, a brown haired, scraggy woman who angrily tell us that we fucked up her gate and that will be very costly to repair. My sister promptly tell her that that is all my fault. because is it.
We're all back in the car, going to a unclosed parking space where a market is taking place. As we're getting inside, my mother turn around completly on her seat and start chattering with my sister again, and despite my more and more fratic call, she keep the car going and we drive right in a shelf full of small blue boxes. We all get out of the care and this is again all my fault. Because of course it is. We start picking things up with the help of a blonde haired woman, the blue boxes are now colorful vegetables, it's a mess. Somewhere during all this I'm lost one of my shoes, a bright red slipper. I see it in the garden catastrophe and take it, but it transform into a brown, dirty, dusty thing that propably was a shoe in a past life. My real slipper is in a basement close by, but the entryway is very narrow and I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of it. I beg my sister to retrieve it for me, and she take a sweet ass time accepting.

Strangely enough, I have a very good relationship with both my mom and my sister. Grated, they do call me all the time to tell me about all their problems... or, for my sister, when she's bored and want some company.

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