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So I was on a school bus going on a field trip to somewhere. One of the teachers passed out cheesesticks for a snack because it was a long trip. We all ate our cheesesticks happily. We got to our destination which was like this forest, and we all started taking pictures with our cameras. All of the sudden I fell to the ground. I tried to get up, and once or twice I managed to get to my feet, but I just fell right back down. Soon I couldn't even get up anymore. The teacher who passed out the cheesesticks ran up to me screaming "OH MY GOD!" An ambulance came and shipped me off to a hospital.

I was in the hospital bed getting checked out. A male doctor said, "Oh no, it seems you are paralyzed from the waste down. Now we have to do reconstructive surgery and physical therapy to get you walking again." The teacher was in the corner crying. The doctor asked her why she was crying. She pulled out a cheesestick from her purse and pointed at the label. "It's all my fault! These cheesesticks are high in carbon!" Then she went back to crying. Apparantly carbon causes paralysis.

The next thing I remember I am walking around in my school. For some reason I go to the guidance office. Walking for me is very hard, it seems like I'm stumbling and about to fall any minute. A kid in the guidance office is sitting in a chair crying. Somehow he got paralyzed too. The guidance people question me and ask me if I could have accidentally given the kid my paralysis germs. Then I wake up.

Been on holiday. I tried to recall my dreams as best I could.


I was at a church camp. Most of the people I recognized. I went looking for somebody. I was walking with my friend Jon, and we came across these houses with tiny rooms. We barely fit in them. I then met an old man from some war and he was being rude to people. He was told by his carer to stop insulting everybody. He started talking to this woman, said something, and the recipient mistook it for being rude. I then find myself at a car park. I see the person I'm looking for and she sees me and she runs towards me and throws her arms around me. I do not know her though.
We talk for a bit and part ways. I walk to school from there and for some reason it feels like I've gone back in time. I see my best friend Benny on the stairs going down to the basement and I wonder wheather he feels the 'time travel effect'. I ask him, “What's the date today?”
“Yesterday, mate.” He smiles.
“Do you think that the teachers know that?” And there is a teacher walking up the stairs to the playground who throws back her head in laughter.
I do not remember much after that.


I'm in a lab. I find out it's a dream lab and hospital and every single person on the planet, has their dreams contained in a metal ball about the size of a cricket ball. Some of them jump around eratically. This means the person is currently having a nightmare. I catch one and it stops bouncing around.
We get a patient in. His name is Robin. He says he's been having recurring nightmares. A nightmare happens in front of us. The lights go out and the patient turns in to a black dog and begins running around the room in a blur. We hide under the worktops concealing ourselves with the swivel chairs. There are boxes under the worktops but are pushed right to the back of the space. As it runs around the lab it brushes past you you get a feeling of adrenaline and panic. I hear screaming noises in my head and shut my eyes and try to stay calm. The dog stops rushing around and starts pushing the chairs under the worktops. I open my eyes to see this, and I get on top of the row of boxes. The beast pushes my chair in and dissapears. The lights turn back on and everything continues as normal.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was in a smaller type of hospital patient room with only one bed; it looked pretty ordinary at first glance.

It looked pretty much like that, although there was a small rectangular whiteboard behind the bed, up against the wall. There was a black whiteboard marker along the bottom shelf. House was sitting upright in the hospital bed, with a layer of white sheets over top of his lower half. I was sitting in a stool in front of the bed, holding another marker.

We were writing down different words on the board in some sort of game. I only remember one: House wrote "fouche" on the board while I was turned away, and I asked him what that word meant. He stuck his tongue out at me and I saw a splot of ink on it.

He must have written the word with his tongue.

The last thing he said was, "it's the art of writing with your tongue. Duh!" That last word, he said with his classic House-ism tone.

I often have dreams of getting cancer. Unfortunately, this is pretty much the only one I remember well enough to type out.

I am twelve years old, and I am at my house, sitting on the couch, when suddenly, I feel excruciating pain in my left arm. It feels like my skin is being ripped off. I look down at my arm, and what I see makes me physically sick. My arm has turned black and blue, and it looks like it has been boiled. Then, as I watch, a giant blood cell shaped like a concave donut rises up from my veins, bulging under my skin. But it wants to keep growing. It grows larger and larger, and the skin gets vacuumed to the blood cell. It hurts so much I start to scream. Then, more blood cells rise up from the surface like some sort of pox. Little ones, big ones, medium sizes ones, hundreds of them, until my arm is a lumpy mass of blood cells.
I scream and run to my dad, holding my arm in my right hand. I run up to him and show it to him. He looks at it carefully, then says, “Hmm, I guess I’m gonna have to take you to the doctor. But for now, just push them down.” I try to push down on one, but it only slides between my skin and my muscle, ripping my skin off my muscles. I slowly slide it all the way around my arm. It slides under my bone and goes away. I keep doing this until I get to the doctor.
The doctor looks at my arm and says, “hmm, it appears you have skin cancer.” He pulls out a needle the size of a hammer and jams it into my arm. It feels like I’m being stabbed. He injects me with a liquid, and it makes the blood cells disappear. “They will come back until you have chemotherapy, but until then, just shoot it up when they come back.” He hands me the giant needle and walks out. In a matter of seconds the blood cells return. I inject myself but they just grow larger. They grow and grow until my arm bursts and everything goes black.

This is one of the dreams that still makes me sick to my stomach when i think about it. Another one is when I again had skin cancer, which caused my arms to grow wooly mammoth hair and my leg hairs to grow thick, rubbery, and hollow like rubber tubing.

Last night was not the best night, either. I started to get a headache around the time I went to bed.

First I was a nurse or an orderly in a hospital and there were a bunch of us pushing patients on beds to one part of the hospital. Only half of the fluorescent lights in the ceiling were working and there were some emergency lights that were on and just a steady blue light. The woman I was pushing kept having not really heart attacks, but just like passing out and coming back.

Then I was on a path in a wooded area but when I looked down, I could tell that there had been traffic on this path like cars maybe because there were not really grooves in the path, but flat dirt tracks and grassy tracks. Then a boy, maybe a teenager, in a dress-ish outfit, but with a cord around his waist like a monk or something... maybe he tagged me, or took something from me, or maybe he just startled me, but I started chasing him. He ran into an apartment or maybe a townhouse and I chased him inside and shut the door so he couldn't get out and I could find him in there because he obviously had enough time to hide in that ten seconds it took me to get to the door. ha!

I go in and look around and there's a breakfast bar at the kitchen area. Up pops my ex boyfriend Mike and he's got Taco Bell. He says I can have two tacos. Random!!!

Now I'm in a jewelry store and I think I have to make a payment for something I have on layaway. I go to the lady at the counter and I have to write her a check. I have to write my address on something and she hands me a pair of earrings... to write with... so I use the back of the earring and it is... so... hard... to write like that!!! I do remember writing out my whole address and nothing changed from when I looked up at the lady behind the counter and when I looked back at what I was writing.

At the beginning of the dream a new hospital has opened on the border between South and North Korea. The hospital was created by the United Nations for the people of both countries who cannot afford healthcare on their own. It is supposed to be politically neutral, and it was when it first opened, but the tentions between the two countries have overlapped into the hospotal building and it is now divided. The nouth end of the hospital is declared the territory and property of North Korea and the south end of the hospital to South Korea. While doctors and hospital workers can go anywhere in the building, North Koreans are restricted to the north end of the building and South Koreans to the south end.

These restrictions were brought about by the North Korean leader Kim Jong-il to prevent people from North Korea from escaping through the hospital and defecting to the south. South Koreans are barred by armed soldiers located in the north end from entering and North Koreans are arrested if they try to enter the south end. Other than these strange rules, the hospital functions normally after some renovations are made to make sure that both South and North Koreans have access to the care they need in their respective building space. This includes two seperate waiting rooms in each end of the building. The name of the hospital in the dream is the United Nations Hospital of Peace, but because it sits on the border of the two Koreas, people generally call it the Border Hospital.

All of the doctors and care workers who are employed there are volunteers from different countries. This is so politics can be left out and the care of the patients remain priority. I have just finished my PHD in general medicine and I am transfered at my request to the Border Hospital. I am all idealistic and hopeful and actually think that I will be making a difference to bring about peace for the two countries by providing unconditional healthcare for all, and in the back of my mind I think about helping North Koreans defect secretly if I can but I voice my ideas to no one.

The majority of my work is located in the south end of the hospital, but one night I am very tired after a long day of work and because it is so late I have missed the last bus that would take me to the small apartment where I live on the South Korean side of the border. The hospital is open twenty-four hours a day on the south side, but is forced closed at midnight in the north end by the North Korean army. Since the lobby in the south end is full of activity and people, I wander through the empty halls in the north end. After checking on some in-patients and running a few last errands I laid down to sleep on a padded bench in the lobby in the North Korean end.

The dream changes from first person perspective to third person perspective. Sometime during the night, North Korean soldiers quietly enter the lobby and take me away in a dark green truck. Since the north end of the hospital was mostly empty of people, no one saw what happened and nothing is said about it publicly on the North Korean side the next day. I am missing for many days before two men from the United Nations come to investigate. Many people in the hospital tell them that they suspect that North Korea has me, but are afraid to make public accusations for fear that they will meet a similar fate. The two investigators do not have many leads when one day they come across the hospital security camera system. Because of lack of funding, no security guards had been watching the system, but it had been digitally recording ever since it was put in place when the hospital first opened.

The two men review the tapes and on the night I disappear they see men dressed in North Korean uniforms enter from the north entrance of the hospital and take me away. When confronted with the video evidence, Kim Jong-il definantly states that the soldiers were really South Koreans in disguise to make North Koreans look bad. He then invites a few select diplomats to visit all of the North Koreans prisons, but I am not found in any of them. The soldiers in the video are rounded up and questioned but only one will talk after being promised asylum in South Korea. He says Kim Jong-il knew about the security camera system and had been hacking it to spy on the hospital. When he saw me sleeping in the North Korean lounge, he commanded his soldiers at the hospital to arrest me for spying.

After the defection and confession of one of his soldiers, Kim Jong-il stages a coup and takes over the hospital. After evicting the patients and workers, the North Korean leader tries a take over of South Korea through the building, but the south retaliates and destroyes the hospital, sending North Korea back to their side of the border. No trace of what happened to me after I was arrested is ever found.

The first dream was too small to put.

~Detectives~
My sister and I had come to do some secret mission detective work. This guy led me to a room in which I was to stay a little while, I guess. I can't remember all that happened here.

Later, my sister had gone missing, apparently. I had to go to the nearest hospital to find out. So I looked around a bit, and saw her walking down a long hall. I followed her, but couldn't keep up. She went down some flights of stairs to the right of her, and I tried to follow, but got stuck behind 2 slow people. So as we got to the stairs, I slipped past them and tried to catch up with her.

I appeared in some movie theater, and started making my way up. I had to go through rows of people, and saw a girl almost pass out. I then remembered I could just walk up the stairs. Then I entered the next movie theater. I saw my sister's head halfway on up there, so I rushed up to her. Then I can't remember what else happened.

~Dark Room~
One part I only remember. We were in a dark room with a ton of tables, chairs, and computers, I have no idea what we were doing there.

06/16/2010

The problem with world-class assassins is that everyone wants to kill each other.



An old woman hums tunelessly, pushing her squeaking cart along the grey-flecked tiles. Her nails tap tap tap against the stainless steel handle, along with a beat only she can hear. She slows the cart down, the wheels shrieking their protest, and smiles at the young man behind the desk, pointing to the ID clipped to her shoulder. He glances up, looking bored, and barely glances at the ID before waving her along.

The hospital room is single-occupancy, dim and empty except for the bedridden patient. He wakes up from a doze, looks at the woman in scrubs as she enters the room. She slides a platter off of the food cart and slides it onto the tray sitting across his bed.

"How are you feeling, Mr. Burke?" The woman smiles.

"Horrible," he manages, glancing up blearily as she injects something into his IV. "Anything good to eat?"

"Of course, dear. There's tuna sandwiches, if you like those."

He perks up a bit, and nibbles at the sandwich. It's decent for hospital food, he decides. He'll be glad to get back to his normal life, with four-course dinners and world-class chefs.

The woman is still there when he finishes the sandwich. "That was actually pretty good," he tells her.

"Well, it is my own special recipe."

His mouth is dry, and he can feel his heart beating faster. Burke frowns. He's sweating. "Excuse me," he says, "But could you get a doctor? I think the symptoms are coming back."

The woman is unhooking the machines monitoring his vital status.

"Don't worry," she says. "It has nothing to do with your heart attack, Mr. Burke." She smiles kindly at him. "My special recipe is called Chalk Tuna. The compounds I've used in your sandwich are reacting with the drugs in your IV. It's untraceable, almost completely undetectable during an autopsy... rather brilliant, if I do say so myself."

Burke's fingers twitch. He wants to reach for the button, to call a nurse, call anyone, but he can't move. He tries to shout, but his mouth won't open, his voice won't work. An icy sensation begins to crawl in from his extremities, cold and burning at the same time.

"It's also a paralyzing substance," the woman muses, "and it's an incredibly painful way to die."

She smiles fondly down at the man seizing on the bed. "Have a nice day, Mr. Burke."

The cart begins its squeaking journey back to the elevator. Burke shuts his eyes and tries to scream.

---

Matilda has approximately four minutes to return the cart and exit the hospital. After that time, the real nurse will make her rounds and find Mr. Burke dead, the machines having shorted out due to faulty wiring. The doctors will attempt to resuscitate him, but the poison in his veins will prevent this from taking effect. There will be questions for the young man at the desk in front of the elevator, but Matilda plans to disappear long before any suspicion can fall on her.

Without a suspect or a murder weapon, the incident will be written off as a simple heart attack, and Mr. Burke's son will inherit his company.

Stepping out into the sunlight of the alley, Mathilda allows herself a moment to bask in the enjoyment of a job well done. She feels a shift in the air, a chill, and a blade burrowing into her skull.

I sheathe the wrist-blade and let the body fall, watching impassively as the infamous assassin kicks up dust on the dry ground. She twitches slightly, extending a hand in a clawing motion before going still.

I leave the body where it is. There's sure to be a complicated frame-up job involving several people who want to take power, but I've done my part. As long as Matilda is dead, I can get out of here and -

I'm throwing myself to the side. A line of throwing knives hit the brick behind me. I take cover, diving behind a dumpster, throwing a fireball in the direction of my attacker.



He's on the roof across from me, I reason. I came down from the hospital fire escape, but he was hidden by shadows - damn! I don't have an escape route, and we need to get out of here before they start looking for Burke's killer. Unfortunately, the owner of those throwing knives is not someone to be reasoned with.

"Simon?" I shout, stepping out from my hiding place. He's on the roof. "I didn't know you were in town."

"Everyone's in town, Sam!" That's Simon, all right. He looks giddy, sounds like he's on a sugar high. The man's more of a sociopath than I am. "Haven't you heard?"

"Yes." Goddamned council didn't even ask before invading my city.

"And you got Matilda first! I've been wanting to take her down for ages."

"Creepy?" I ask.

"Creepy." He confirms.

My fingers twitch, ready to call up another fireball. Simon tracks the movement, and I change my mind. "Simon," I say, "Would you like to play a game?"

His face splits into a grin. "First to a hundred?" He asks.

"I was thinking the whole conference."

Simon laughs. "I like the way you think," his smile widens even further. "Shame I'm gonna have to kill you."

He lifts up a hand and I'm running before he presses the button. I round the corner and the alley explodes.

I love my job.

---



I'm on top of a mountain, looking down on the valley. The city is sprawled out below. I take a breath, feel the cool mountain breeze drifting through my lair.

Some days, it pays to be evil.

I turn around to where my mom and dad are sitting at a stone table, looking around and seeming confused. My brother is there, too, but he just looks hungover.

I go to sit across from them at the table. My mom's eyes narrow as she gets her bearings, and I can feel her light-based aura sparking unpleasantly. I try not to flinch.

"It's in our best interests," I say carefully, "to wipe out all of the assassins as quickly as possible. They'll be gathering at the convention centre. Now, we can't all go in -"

"Why is that, exactly?" my mom snaps.

I roll my eyes. "You're a Reader. They'll spot Your Holiness from a mile away."

"How exactly did you get into this mess?" asks my dad.

I paint a look of surprise onto my face. "You mean you don't know?" I ask incredulously. "Our family - your side of the family - have been Assassins going back hundreds of years! Well," I trail off, "The last one was in the sixteenth century." Good times, as I recall. Reincarnation can be so much fun.

My mom's aura is sparking angrily. I try to ignore it.

"Look, we need to wipe as many people out in one swoop as we can." I have a thought.

"Mom... isn't your cousin doing the catering?" I ask.

She looks at me suspiciously. "He is. Why?"

I let a smile form. "Have you ever heard of Chalk Tuna?"

Conferences. Scare Factor: 4.

So ends the 100th post special edition of Things to Run Away From Really Fast! I've been meaning to write this up for ages...

The only thing I can remember from last night's dream is that I had an extra pair of running shoes. They were orange.

Seems like I've been sleeping a lot deeper lately. Usually I'm a light sleeper, and will awaken at the slightest thing. This is making it very difficult to WBTB properly. At least my recall was better last night!

1- Dream Journaling (fragment)
I am writing down some keywords from a dream I just had. It seems like it was a very interesting dream...

2- Waiting in the Rain
((Why is this underline green???)) I am in my classroom, when the bell rings. Yay, time to leave! I run down the hallway and am halfway to the door when I realize that I left all my stuff in the classroom. Oh no, I'm going to miss the bus... I run back and grab my stuff, and when I get outside I am relieved to see that I haven't been left.

Later, Steven and I are waiting outside an abandoned building for our dad. It is pouring down rain and extremely uncomfortable. I wish he'd hurry the hell up... FINALLY he arrives, after the rain has already stopped. We are walking down a path behind the building, and come out near a corn field where a motorcycle gang is having a meeting. I am feeling reckless and want to go join them, but my dad says we'd better steer clear. I end up walking through the corn field before returning to the path.

We are now in a car, driving through a really beautiful (and obviously rich) estate. There is so much to see! Gargoyles perch atop the buildings, and glittering fountains gurgle in the courtyards. I keep telling my dad to slow down, that I want to see everything. We pass by a sign that says Amethyst Labyrinth. I know that I must come back here to explore one day.

3- Hospital
((Hm, this one's black like it's supposed to be.)) I am visiting someone in the hospital with a bunch of people I don't know. We get on the elevator, press the button, and... WHOOSH!!!! The thing flies to our floor at an such an incredible speed that I fall over. Holy cow... They must need these elevators to get emergency patients up to the operating room or something.

Later, I am going back down. I make it into the elevator, but the door shuts before the rest of my people can get on. Oh well, they'll have to catch the next one. A little boy is in there with me, and he looks scared to death. "Which floor?" I ask him.

"Five and ten," he answers.

How can he be going to two different floors? I press both of the buttons anyway, as well as the ground floor. The thing immediately shoots way up to the tenth floor as I hold onto the railing for dear life. The little boy is screaming his head off. "I'm going to have to go through this two more times," I think with annoyance.

4- Pit Possum Man
I am taking care of a small possum. Eventually it turns into a pit bull, but it still has the same tail. The thing is fairly aggressive, and the whole time I'm trying to teach it to be more pleasant. At the end, it becomes a man with very little clothing, resembling Tarzan. (And yet again, he still has that possum tail.)

My nose starts to run, because it is cold and rainy. I sniff rather loudly. "What's that?" the possum man asks me.

"What's what?"

He sniffs, imitating me.

"Oh. I had snot running out my nose."

((LOL The conversation got even worse after that, but I won't go there.))

5- Texting (fragment)
I get a text message from a person who I'd rather not hear from. Oh no, not HER. I text back, "The only reason you're so upset is because you KNOW I'm right. You secretly want to change, but you don't know how."

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was in the main entrance of a hospital. It was very spacious and had a high ceiling, probably three or four stories high, and the color scheme around the room was white, light blue, and some tan brick on the walls. I was standing at the main reception desk (there was no one working at it), and waiting for my mother to come back from work. She appeared soon after and told me that she'd need ten or fifteen more minutes to complete a case. That must mean she was working as a surgeon or a nurse.

She walked away and I was left there alone again, wondering what to do for the allotted time. I decided to leave the hospital and walk to a coffee shop. I wanted that cup of coffee.

Outside, it was daytime, almost cloudy. The sky was slightly pale and there were many clouds covering out the sun's bright rays.

I walked down the street. The road beside me was busy with cars, probably those returning from work at the end of the day. I walked for a few minutes and then realized it was probably time to be heading back. I wouldn't be getting any coffee today.

On the way back, things changed a bit. It was now very windy. But I wasn't the one being affected, nor were the other people trying to get into and exit their cars. It was the cars themselves that were being blown up into the air and tipped over! It was like walking down the street and watching cardboard boxes fly away but instead it was cars. People were holding them down, and I saw my car up ahead (that magically appeared). It was a blue convertible that looked similar to the image below.

I walked up to it and held it down until the wind died a bit, and then got in by hopping over the side and right into the driver's seat. The wind picked up again but I was still in the car, with no way of holding it down, so it began to tip. I quickly got my butt out of there and let it go with the wind. I couldn't drive it, so it might as well blow away.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
RCCW - roller coaster car wash.

My father, my sister and I were bringing in our car for a car wash. I didn't know the name of the building, only that we needed to wash our car really badly. We stepped inside once a man took our keys and got into our car, and into something very bizarre.

Right when you were to walk in, the room was big. It was rectangular-shaped, and the walls were painted a paler orange with white square accents, almost like the colors in some modern houses. What was directly in front of us, though, was even weirder: a roller coaster. I suppose it was some sort of attraction for while you're waiting for your car to be washed? It came from an open doorway to the right of the room, went in front of us, curled around the other side, and went back through another door on the right-hand side again. The roller coaster moved slowly, as there was no 'set time' to load yourselves on. You had to know when it was going to jerk and keep moving, so you didn't fall. But other than that, it was pretty safe.

The design of the cars were square, brighter orange, and a solid guard-rail on all four sides. You had to really jump in over these rails in order to get inside. Sooner or later, we were able to get in before the coaster moved on to the next room. In this new room, the roller coaster went up, and then down, and then up and down again on a gentler sort of slope. But then, there was a larger drop, followed by an inversion. When I woke up, I thought this was extremely stupid, since there were no restraints whatsoever on the cars. We'd have fallen out if the dream had used proper gravitational forces. I also kicked myself for not becoming lucid.

But this dream has two parts. The next section involves Wilson from the show House.

After the roller coaster, for some reason we didn't go back to the front of the building to pick our car up. Instead, the dream skipped a bit, and we found ourselves in a hospital setting. We were in a room, a spacious room, that looked like one of those divided hospital settings: one patient would be in the front portion of the room, and then on the other side of a curtain, another patient. However, there was no "dividing curtain" and no patients at all inside. There was only one regular (possibly a double?) bed with a baby blue throw. This was on top of the other white hospital blankets, of course. To the upper right of the bed, on the wall, was a larger bulletin board with photos of Wilson's wife, Amber. There were also birthday cards of some sort, letters, and notes. Somehow we knew that Wilson had died in this room; perhaps he was sick, or he had committed suicide. At the end of the room were a few large windows, horizontally placed across the entire wall. We walked slowly towards the windows and looked out. I saw regular, taller buildings.

The dream was now over.

The dream starts off with me nine months pregnant with twins. I am lost and I have nothing to my name, and I wander aimlessly down a long stretch of road in the middle of nowhere. I walk for hours until I come across a little farm that seems vaguely farmiliar. I do not see any hydro lines or cars and it is soon aparent why: I am on a Mennonite farm. The Mennonite couple who answer the door are the same ones whom I remember from my youth: they owned a small store that they ran out of their house, close the the trailer park my parents and I went to every weekend in the summer. I have forgotten their names now though.

When the couple saw the state I was in, the husband rushed to hitch up the horses to the carriage and they took me to the nearest hospital, which was in a small town a few miles away. The showed great concern for me and even waited with me until I had been admitted. The Mennonite couple said they would come back the next day to check on me before they left. The hospital was a huge 5 story building that towered over everything else in the tiny town. It was strangley disproportioned compared to the area it was in, like it would be a hospital found in a busling metropolis, not a sleepy, country town. Despite its size, the hospital was unusually quiet and there seemed to be no one around.

A male nurse in green scrubs greeted the Mennonite couple plesantly but barely looked at me while he filled in the admission forms. The nurse still wouldn't look at me when he brought a gurney in for me to lay on and show the Mennonite couple out. As soon as the couple was gone the male nurse strode right past me and did not even acknowledge my presence from that point on. I was wisked away to another part of the hospital.

The female nurse pushing my gurney parked it in a hall outside of some rooms that had no one in them and I asked why I could not go into one of those rooms, but she ignored me. I was left alone in the hall and even though I could see all of the normal equipment that are in hospital halls, there was absolutely no one around. No nurses, no patients, no custodial staff: no one.

I layed on my gurney until I became restless and cold and got up to try and find someone. Just then three male doctors walked through some double doors at the end of the hall and came up to me. The one in the middle had a file that they were all looking at and discussing. I tried to get their attention, and though two of them glared at me for a second, none responded to my questions. When the three doctors were done reading the file, they finally addressed me, but said that, despite my condition, they had no rooms available for me and said that I would have to sleep outside in the grass.

I kind of stared at them dumbfounded and demanded to know why I had been admitted as a patient if they was no room - which I knew was a lie because all around me I could see rooms for patients that were completely empty, though ready for use. One of the doctors shook his head and said: "We have room for patients, just no room for you."

I broke down into bewildered tears as I was pushed to a pile of straw in a grassy spot by the hospital's main entrance and asked to get off the gurney. The female nurse threw a thin blanket over the straw and then turned around and went back into the hospital. I couldn't believe what was going on but I laid down on the pile of straw because I was exhausted and defeated. I could feel my babies kicking from the inside, as if they knew something was deeply wrong as well. I remember wishing that I was dead as night came, because it was so cold and the thin blanket did nothing to keep me warm. Only once or twice did a nurse come out to check on me, or offer me a sip of cold water.

When the sun began to rise it woke me up because it was right in my eyes. It was a bit foggy and everything was covered in a light frost. I was shivering violently and my lips were blue but I was much too weak to move and seriously thought I was going to die there. I suddenly felt some warm hands lift me up and I was tightly wrapped in a heavy blanket that smelled like barnyard animals. I opened my eyes and saw the Mennonite couple, who demanded to know right away why I was not in the hospital.

When they heard of my horrible treatment at the hospital, the Mennonite couple take me in their carriage back to the farm, insisting that I can give birth in the comfort of their home. I don't rememeber much else from the dream though I do know that I woke up before giving birth.

Morning of June 2, 1979. Saturday.



This is a much longer, almost movie-like dream in some ways. The main idea is that I have two very friendly and faithful pet wolves. They are both males (perhaps twin males), I assume, and their names are Lupus and Lee. They save me from problematic events a few times, sometimes from just standing around, based on how potentially trouble-making people react to their presence. At one point, I am in the hospital, which seems like some sort of “replay” of when I had the surgery on my right hand back in 1976. They somehow end up in my room in the hospital and I eventually leave with them a bit earlier than I am supposed to, I think, but I am very healthy later on, and for some reason, apparently had recovered more quickly from being out of the hospital sooner.

They save me from drowning when higher waves rush in when I “fall asleep” on an isolated beach. They are even allowed to be on a city bus and travel with me at one point. Their presence is very vivid and “realistic” and even though I feel like my “true self”, the unlikelihood of having two pet wolves never dawns on me.

There is a seemingly unrelated scene with my best friend making a response of why he supposedly does not have to listen to the teacher. This is the ninth grade class we actually went to (northwest corner of the main high school building), and my last full year of public school. His reply to her is “Because my father is Lucas Taylor, that’s why”. (This was actually not his father’s name in real life.)

This is a time period where I had first begun to find it curious that dogs had usually been more threatening in dreams than wolves and coyotes. In this particular dream, it seems that Lupus and Lee will be my companions and helpers for life - the idea seems very clear and almost like a long-term false memory (even for a brief time after waking).

Night of August 24, 1976. Tuesday. (Though more correctly in regards to dreaming, very early “morning” of the 25th, and being the beginning of Wednesday).



I am somewhat uneasy and restless. In real life, I had been in the hospital for the operation on my right hand to commence the next day - to remove the bizarre and unexplainable same-sized cysts (of which there were four “complete” and more growing) perfectly lined up on the left side of my thumb and partly down my wrist, which appeared to have fetal-like design of all things, like one of those “twins” you hear about in some ways, but not usually later in life (and there was a later rather ridiculous rumor in school that it was from a snake, as in snake “babies” - a story that I was not the originator of in any way). I was fifteen at the time and ready to enter tenth grade within a short time. After midnight, in real life, my mother being allowed to stay at my bedside as I was falling asleep (though she finally went home for rest the night after my operation), the young black nurse came in (someone I knew when much younger), shined a flashlight on my face, and asked if I wanted sleeping pills (though I was actually almost asleep at that point). She then directed the flashlight up at the television (which was quite high up on the wall) where “Night of the Lepus” was showing. “Watchin’ TEE vee,” she says with a hint of disapproval and left the room for the night (her flashlight oddly “enhancing” the scene of a seeming spotlight of the “herd” of giant rabbits).

In the eventual dream, there is a cobra under the operating table which does not really get to me, though I have to remember to keep my arm up and on the table (though there is a concern of what will happen when the large dose of anesthesia takes effect). Nothing eventful happens other than the “return” of a common dream element when I was much younger, this being an unusual “mist” (very cloud-like) that rolls along from about six to twelve inches from any implied floor or ground. There are also various distorted and apparently angry faces of unusual colors (with mostly passive responses on my part, as I seem mostly disembodied) and flashbacks to earlier childhood dreams. There are other cobra dreams related to this, the earliest being “Cobra in the Hayloft” from August 18, 1966, seemingly my first deliberate attempt to create a so-called tulpa (but fully in-dream). On September 9th (when I was supposed to be starting school by then but did not due to overwhelming pain as the feeling was eventually coming back in that area of my hand), I had the “Hello Harry” dream where the mist seemed to be engulfing a very large portion of my subconscious mind. This dream centered around a man who had died, but sang “Happy Birthday” to himself in answer to the one friend near his coffin in a basement and one-man party scenario. (This is not really that significant as my birthday is actually on December 20). Prior to the fall into the mist, I had been bitten on the thumb by a cobra in an extremely vivid dream of being in my backyard. The only good thing about this time was the “mystery girl” comforting me, which somehow reminded me of a scenario from the movie “Cat Ballou” (last seen on September 13, 1974, prior to the last time I saw “Night of the Lepus” shortly after - the other two movies airing being “Dark Passage” on another channel and “The Strange Door” on another).

This real-life event of my first ever longer hospital stay directly and precisely confirmed several precognitive dreams from early childhood, including one recurring one with both the enlarged right thumb and even the detail of a giant rabbit (relative to “Night of the Lepus” on television). This confirms the idea of physical precognition or foreshadowing of one’s own internal nature being somehow available (at least subconsciously) several years prior (though that certainly does not explain how I knew of the movie before it was even made, which happened fairly often when young).

Amusingly, the night before, the movie title shown at the same time at night (11:30) and same network (CBS) was “Doctor, You’ve Got to Be Kidding”. If that were not amusing enough, again, the previous time I had actually watched “Night of the Lepus” was on Friday the 13th in September of 1974. My wife’s birthday was Friday the 13th in September of 1968. This was long before I knew she was a real person (which came in 1991).