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Not a lot this time. I remember peeling off huge pieces of the skin of my feet with my nails. The flesh unerneath didn't feel raw, just slightly tender, even if I got thoses big slab off. The skin I got off was tough and dryish, like calluses.

Woke up after last dream at 7 am, went back to sleep.

I'm in the family house with my mother and sister, there's lot of stuff to do to fix it up. the garden is a mess, and the inside isn't in better shape; there's rumble everywhere and the place is basicaly gutted. However, it's full of light, and all the the french windows are open, letting summer heat come in with the light. I open the front door, and there's a group of people in working clothes, her to help fix the house. One of them is vaguely familiar, but the other are a faceless crown men and women alike. I let them in to the living room, where my mother and sister are waiting. We start giving out taskes and I ended up in the garden with the familiar man. We're moving the outside furniture, sofa and armchairs of forged iron, alongside table and chair mae of the same material. The sofa and armchairs are only frames and relatively light, and the chairs are easy. Then it's the table, and it's the heaviest piece. We westle it to the back of the house, close to the empty pool. On this side of the pools the only windows are those of the bedrooms, and nobody is there for now. The man mopes his brow as I strip off my jacket and drop it on the table. We're resting a little before going back to work.

Spoiler for There was a reason he was familiar...:

He walks around to face me and suddently pick me up to pin me down on the table. I bang against the iron and the table drags a little accross the stone flooring; it makes a rumbly sound that seem to run down my spin. The man pulls my thights apart and starts pounding me on the table; he's slightly to thick for confort, and rather rough. As he bend over me, his white-blond hair frames his face and I recognize him from another dream. I start to question what's going on, and the orgasm is building up, making everything shimer.

Suprisingly, I don't wake up; I become lucid instead. I slip off the table and decide to get out of the garden and into the street to clear my head a little. I open the portal and step out. I end up in the street in front of my actual house, and from the corner of my eyes I can see that I'm in front of it. Rather that getting in I turn to the left, to the end of the street. The house next to mine is completly different; now it's a two stories house in white plaster and black logs, with a cute balcony full of bright flowers. The day is ending, and the tiny front garden is full of lights along the gravelled path to the front door. I go in, singing Eli name. He open the door as I reach it and pick me up into a hug. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face against him. The house is full of golden light and fairy lights suspended off the ceiling, and the living room ceiling is all the way up to the roof.

Insomnia kicked my ass over the last couple of days. Didn't get any sleep beside a couple of catnaps, so went I finally colapsed this morning I felt face down into a very mundane dream.

I'm going to a seminar with somes friends. We get in a gigantic amphitheater, big as a concert room, and with the same kind of light. The bench are narrow and inconfortable, as are the table. I get caught in the crowd and my friends get in first and sit at the back, next to the door. By the time I manage to get in, the place on the bench they kept for me is occupied. I roll my eyes, feeling annoyed, and go sit elswhere. I find myself seated next to a older gentleman with gray hair and a very mobile face, and we start talking about a videogame, and its use of physics. It's a videogame in which the player controls a boy the size of a mice, using leaf and insects as mean of transportation through his garden. It's very cute and cell-shaded, but the man talking with me complain that the controls are very slippery and unforgiving.

Fragmented sleep, with very little REM. Only dream remembered was... interesting.

Had a nail pounded into the... nail of my thumb. With blood spurting and everything. Didn't feel anything, wasn't even scared. Weird.

This is a jumbled mess, thanks to insomnia keeping me up until 5 am. I felt like all my sleep was REM. Second dream to follow!

Dreamlet: I'm in the kitchen, the hod is on and I'm cooking something with grounded meat and tomato sauce. It smells sweet and spicy, I'm mixing it with a wooden spoon. My mother come to eat with me, carrying two bowls. She give me one, and start spooning the meal in her. I discover that there is full, big black window spiders cooked in. My mother gleefully spoons on in her powl. She then hand me back the spoon. I take some of the meat, poking the spiders dubiously.

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 in house full of people, they're preparing a wedding. There's a lot a fussing going around, and a lot of men and women doing a lot of things everywhere. The room I' sitting in is painted white and full of golden light. I'm in front of a vanity, with a ring of light around the mirror and makeup products on the top. A older woman is with me, asking me to stay still while she does my hair. I suddently realise that I'm the bride. The groom come in: it's a incredibly tall man with large shoulders and dark brown hair, and quite a bit of stubble. I don't know him, but he seem nice and quite sweet. He is exicted about his clothes: He's wearing a crisp white shirt, a black bowtie and tuxedo jacket, with a golden skirt going down to his ankles and adorable black heels. I squee and compliment him, he's smiling like a kid.

Welp, it sucked.

Didn't have a lot of time to write down my dream this morning, so not much detail for this one.

I'm a man trapped in a decaying building, forced to loop through a senario I have no control on. I have to make the sadistic choice between leaving this place or freeing a woman chained to a wall, and each time I make a decision the dream loops and i'm back at the begining, looking for the woman in the endless rooms. I finally decide no to leave, but not to free her even and a black cat appear on a caged bed to stare at me.

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.