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Monday Night, 1/25/21

I was basically Sam Winchester from Supernatural. I was returning from a mission with a group of fellow hunters where we'd had to translate between various languages. I walked up to a linguist guy and asked, "Do we ever translate messages from the 21st language over the phone?" (I had knowledge from the dream the the 21st and "final" language was demonic and therefore forbidden, with few people who could translate it, but we needed it nonetheless.)

"Yes, we have to sometimes." The linguist told me.

"Right." I realized our plans and knowledge were probably being constantly intercepted, which would explain a lot about our recent troubles. I quickly cooked up a scheme. "Alright, we're going to steal the book from the source so we don't have to pass information over the phones anymore. Come on." I grabbed the linguist by the arm and led him down a corridor. The section of floor we were standing on was actually an elevator, which transported us rapidly below ground.

"Wait, where exactly are we going?" The linguist asked with great confusion.

"Just popping over to hell real quick. Don't worry, I do it all the time."

"What!" The elevator reached the bottom and opened up into a series of corridors. "I didn't sign up for this..." The linguist complained but I shushed him. The place looked more like the version from Charmed than Supernatural. I scurried down a corridor, apparently knowing my way around very well, and the linguist trailed reluctantly behind me. I came to what looked like a dead end. I put my hand on the wall and it opened to the central chamber with the book. Unexpectedly, the room was packed full of bad guys, as they were in the middle of a major ritual. Oops. I ran back down the corridors pushing the poor linguist back in the other direction.

We made it back to the elevator, which took us back to ground level. "Split up!" I told the linguist, "They'll recognize me but they haven't seen you yet." I ran off to the left while he ran right. I made my way down a long hallway and then went outside. Now I could see that we'd been inside a large, black castle. The kind you'd expect villains to live in, with intimidating Gothic arches and lots of spires.


I morphed into a young boy and clambered over the rocks surrounding the castle. In front of me was the sea, stretching out into the foggy horizon. I found myself climbing on the Statue of Liberty... or perhaps a replica of it, since it wasn't to scale. It looked like it had seen better days but it was more or less intact. I worried that I would be seen and hoped the bad guys couldn't look everywhere at once. I scaled down to the base of the statue, where I discovered that mermaids were carved into the green stone. They looked like they were just part of the statue but I knew from my dream memories that they were real. "Hey, remember me from years ago?" I asked one of the mermaids. No response. They appeared to be sleeping. Good. I recalled a group of allies warning me that when these mermaids smelled blood in or near the water, they could attack viciously. Is there any blood around here? I wondered nervously. It was late in the evening and I was crouching on the shady side of the statue, right next to the water and a sleeping mermaid. I couldn't see very clearly. I pulled out my phone, looking for the flashlight app. It took a while to turn it on since droplets of water kept getting on the screen. I was eventually able to confirm that there was no blood, however.

Relieved, I turned the light off and looked back out toward the sea, wondering about my next move. My phone morphed into a wizard's wand. Maybe I could use the flying spell? How's that work again? Then I recalled an in-dream memory of my "magic mentor" laughing and saying, "The so called flying spell is completely useless! It's a joke, really. If you want to fly, what you really need is a dragon." Oh, right. But where would I get a dragon? I happened to know that the bad guys had stolen all the dragons in the country and were keeping them locked up deep underground. However, there is one dragon I could get to. I looked back to the castle and craned my neck to see a large black dragon chained to the highest spire of the castle. This was, apparently, the personal dragon of the head bad guy, aka "the Night King". That is, he was magically bonded with the dragon, allowing him to command it.


At some point I morphed again to resemble my waking self. Somehow I managed to scale all the way up to where the dragon was located. I crept around to the side of the dragon at first, trying not to be noticed by it just yet so I wouldn't get fried. "What are you doing here?" The dragon asked telepathically.

"Getting you out of here." I said quietly and unhooked the chain around its neck. The dragon grunted in response, seeming disinterested. Dream logic said I would have to ride the dragon (without a saddle I might add) and that the only way to accomplish this, since I wasn't bonded with it, was to command it to fly first and then jump onto its back while it was in mid air. "Vlar!" I shouted, and the dragon spread its wings and launched itself into the air. I flung myself from the spire, flailing wildly in midair for a while before just barely landing on the dragon. This seemed to destabilize it for a few moments, but I hoped that as a relatively smaller woman the dragon would have an easier time carrying me than the Night King. Sure enough, the dragon's flight smoothed out soon after.

We were traveling in the opposite direction of the sea. I only had minimal steering control of the dragon, who informed me his name was Rijik. He was flying close to the ground and we were narrowly missing obstacles. I hope he accounts for the trees that could knock me off. I thought.

"Trees can't hurt us at the speed we're going!" Rijik replied, "They're like bugs in the wind."

Easy for you to say. You've got armored scales. And you're a dragon.

Rijik laughed but flew a little higher. "It's these pillars you should be more worried about." Sure enough, we narrowly avoided a series of tall, white pillars. By this point I suspected the dragon was purposefully messing with me. "Doesn't it feel liberating to have that castle so far behind you, a tiny speck in the distance?"

I glanced back at the castle. It did look a bit smaller, but we'd only escaped about 30 seconds ago and it seemed a little soon to be celebrating already. I would like for it to be much further behind us and much tinier looking.


After traveling a while in silence, I was about to suggest we fly up as high as possible, enough to get some cloud cover so we wouldn't be seen by any potential pursuers. However, I noticed a strange looking tree out in the middle of an otherwise empty field. It was dead and it had strange branches that curved out and then straight upwards like many fingers reaching towards the sky. In the center of this circle of branches was a big hollow with stuff piled inside it. "That's the Knob Tree." Rijik said.

"The what? Uh, that sounds kind of..."

"What?"

"Never mind."

"It's called that because of all the doorknobs."

"Oh right. Of course." Upon closer inspection I could see that the stuff inside the tree was, indeed, a pile of many doorknobs.



Up ahead, there was a gigantic palace in ruins. It looked as though it had been sliced vertically in half such that all the interior rooms were exposed, on every floor. Despite its condition, it loomed over us and gave me an uneasy feeling. It must have been nearly twice as tall as the black castle we had fled. It was built upon a mountain of rock, which functioned like a wall that even the dragon would have a hard time clearing.

A narration began, describing an event that had occurred long ago. Decades ago? Centuries? The Narrator said that the palace had been inhabited by an evil ruler. One man had, little by little, betrayed his own people in an attempt to appease this ruler. Each time, the man had a chance to redeem himself by recognizing how far he'd strayed from his moral compass, but each time he only sank deeper into self delusion. Finally, the man "fell beyond saving" (presumably in a spiritual or moral sense), and his last betrayal led to horrific atrocities. All the remaining people banded together and ultimately sacrificed themselves in order to ensure the evil could not persist any longer. They broke down every door to every room and placed the doorknobs of each door of the palace into the tree. I glanced back at the dead tree in the field and saw a sort of time lapse animation of the tree's hollow going from being empty to being piled high with so many doorknobs that they fell to the ground around it.

By this point Rijik had to fly almost vertically upward because we were so close to the palace. I got a closer look at what was inside the faded and crumbling interior. I was horrified to see that each room contained one or more pictures of smiling children, some so many that they were stacked on top of each other. Sometimes there was a photo of a parent next to them. In a few places there were cubbies containing small caskets. I realized the whole place was like a cross between a war museum and a mausoleum. I could see debris, leaves, and tiny spiders strewn about the floors and I wondered who had set all this up, how long ago, and whether it was still being maintained.


At last Rijik and I reached the top of the palace, but there was only more mountain and no clear way over to the other side. Climbing down to the roof, I saw an old woman. I realized she had been the one narrating the story. "Quickly, through here!" She said, revealing a hole in the rock covered by a curtain of vines. "They've already opened a wormhole to get to you." Great, wormholes? I thought, Now they'll be able to get to us just by knowing where to look and we won't be able to simply outrun them. So much for putting as much distance as possible between us. "There is one location that's safe from them," The old woman continued, "But the only way to get there is via a specific bus. There's a bus stop right down there." She pointed. "The next bus leaves in 3 hours."

I lay flat on my stomach and rolled through the hole in the wall, barely able to fit. I lost my grip and fell but luckily the drop wasn't far on this side of the palace wall. I could actually see the wormhole nearby (kind of like the ones from Stargate but without the gate) and I hoped I hadn't been seen already. Rijik must have found a way over the wall because I saw him fly past. The bus stop was tiny, and there was nothing at all next to it except for a little bush. Three hours waiting at a bus stop with the bad guys here any second? How can this work? I considered taking Rijik off in a random direction to kill some time and try to shake the tail, then circling back in time to catch the bus, but then I decided it would only increase our chances of being seen. We'd have to find a place to hide, much as I disliked the idea. I crouched behind the bush and started digging with my hands in the dirt, hoping to find a secret passageway or something. It seemed unlikely so I gave up shortly after.

I scanned my surroundings for other options. The coast looked clear, so I entered a random dark garage, as one does. A small metal case was sitting on the floor. Intel! I thought, and scooped up the case with delight. Suddenly light shone in from an opened door and two men in suits walked in. They looked kind of like Yakuza. "Hunters are so stupid." One of them said, laughing. "They're so good at picking up our little 'gifts' but not so good at finding anything of actual value." I'd be offended, but he's kind of right. We never questioned the conveniently located cases of intel. Darn.

Looking past the Yakuza guys I saw that Rijik had been captured. He was being forced to battle a red dragon in an outdoor arena. I assumed other dragons were in the area as well. The Night King must have brought them all here. I started hatching a plot to try to break them free and escape again, myself, in the process. Of course, my options were limited at the moment. Perhaps I could get close to the arena and convince Rijik to turn on the Night King despite the magic bond and then help free the other dragons? Rijik knew me a little now, after all, and the Night King had been abusive. I didn't know enough about dragons to know if that even had a chance of working, but it was my best shot. Unfortunately I woke up before I could try saving the dragons.

Less sleep and no agenda.

1. Swimming in the ocean with another ocean dweller. We both have fins instead of legs. We're laughing until I realize a third finned ocean dweller is above the water and tied with rope. The two of us under the surface consider untying the third but a man arrives and uses the third to track me and the other. Something about her tears falling into the water made things difficult for us. We had to avoid the tears but the tears also seemed to prevent us from leaving the immediate area, creating a sort of hurricane boundary we couldn't pass.

2. It's night out and I walk out of an office in a questionable building in a questionable neighborhood. I see two people who work for the property owner, they approach me. One of them is helpful the other is more of a body guard and informs me the boss is using my office and I'll need to stay out until he's finished.

I'm annoyed. How long will business take and how long will I be forced to linger outside? I walk into the office and notice the boss sitting there, large heavy set man, crime boss.

After greeting him I go back outside. Guess they were telling the truth. Well, fuck. Now what to do with myself.

3. Deciding to go play in a gym, I find some old teammates. As I attempt to make a layup the ball deflates. I fall and then get up and swap the ball out with one that has air. A man stops me and tells me I can't do that. I ask him why not. He says we already have too many of theirs that we're using. I'm confused. It's a gym. We're using two. Seriously? This doesn't make any sense and I take the ball anyway and pass it to a teammate. I stare at him and wait for him to say something.

A game is about to begin when our team is informed we aren't allowed to play. There's an issue with our uniforms and some overall prejudice with our team. Personally I don't care too much, if they're really this much of an asshole it's not worth it. Yet I can see the starting five players becoming worked up. This is their life, this is where they've placed their self-value. . . in the game of basketball. I might not care but they do.

I go and talk to a couple of referees to figure out exactly what the issue is. Turns out they didn't want to play us. We're too skilled of a team. That's a bullshit reason but whatever, it's their gym so we leave.

One of the girls needs a ride. I hang back and try to make a few calls. Seems I've lost my car.

There's a set of boxes which, when arranged properly, will display a poem by Rumi; it's a game, a puzzle. Each box is engraved with a few lines, the trick is in figuring out the proper order, and there are hints, such as do not separate the loved ones, send the child to school, don't leave him to wander the shore with the mermaid and her knife. The last part is easy enough - one box ends with a line about water spirits, another box starts with a line about a child, I'll just be sure not to connect those two; but there are quite a few different lines that could be interpreted as 'loved ones.'

A woman is sending a message to her employers, as a result of which the building she's in will be locked down and everyone inside will be killed, including herself and her two assistants. Her assistants are artificially-created humans, and display no emotion, but I'm thinking that the loss of their lives is just as important as any other life.

A woman has just been teleported into a castle, somewhere very dangerous, by someone named Anna, and she's very annoyed about this. Although Anna isn't here, the woman yells about it anyway, on the assumption that Anna will be watching her with magic. It's not just the danger that's upset her; at any other time she would have killed to be able to get into this castle, but right now, she'd been in the middle of something urgent, and she really needs to get back to it, so she looks for the way out. A hooded figure appears and reveals a passage to her, a passage that seems to violate the laws of physics and which is filled with a seemingly endless line of graves, and he tries to speak to her, to guide her into that passage, but she ignores him - she's spotted the main doors. As she walks away from the graves and towards the exit, she passes a box with some marking on it that makes her think about dragons, thinking of them as the product of elemental spirits that gathered together and festered.

There's a crowd of people leaving a castle - although the castle looks historical/fantasy-ish, the clothes the people are wearing are futuristic, as is the glass-enclosed walkway they're leaving through. A woman who works for the castle as a kind of hostess is escorting a small group of people at the head of the crowd, congratulating them for winning a spot on some vessel, and then she says to the rest of the people following them, "Good luck in the race!" By which she means - these people are following the winners because they intend to take their spots by force, and the moment they're beyond the castle's protection it'll be every man for himself.

At the end of the glass walkway, the hostess leaves them, and the people pass through some barrier. The people in the walkway had seemed, not necessarily good-looking, but like people who put a lot of effort into their appearance: well-dressed, well-groomed. Once they pass through the barrier, this changes: they're naked, they look like they haven't bathed or shaved in months, more fat, less muscle. The castle was a kind of retreat, but everything it provided was an illusion; now that they've left, the illusions disappear. The people's reactions vary - most of them are shocked, but there's an old man who seems to have expected this with a sort of I-told-you-so attitude about it. There's a teenage boy with a bad knee who's particularly horrified, as he'd believed his knee had been fixed by the castle; he's complaining to his parents that they might as well have stayed home, at least at home they had servants. The castle had its guests doing a variety of chores, citing the spiritual benefits; now it's clear that was a scam.

A woman's saying, "It must not have been a good reality for Vanessa and Vilya." 'Vanessa' is an alternate version of herself. As she's speaking, I see the two people she's talking about, sitting before a very large fireplace. Vilya suddenly leaps up, as if he's just been hit by some stroke of inspiration, and he rushes to a table set up with a variety of alchemical instruments.

Three people in an underground room, grey stone walls lined with bookshelves. A woman and an old man who she's close to, and a young-looking man who made some kind of deal with them - I'm a disembodied observer, but I recognize him from my most recent lucid dream, as the 'future version of myself' who doesn't actually resemble me at all and who looks more like he's from the past. They've barred the doors in the hopes of giving themselves a little more time before someone arrives to stop them - guards or police or military, something along those lines, they're expecting some specific group and they know it's just a matter of time. But they've come to this room to find something specific, and there are hundreds or thousands of books here and no obvious organization to them. The woman's saying "Wherever (something) it'll take us forever to find it." The young-looking man had been sitting down with his eyes closed; now he opens them. They're glowing yellow, which startles the woman. He says, "I have found it. He has used the Britannica articles-" He continues talking, but I've become distracted by curiosity about that locating technique he just used; I associate it with a search technique I'd used in yesterday's dream.

The earth was being attacked by aliens in flying saucers, and I was in a big open grassy area in a park. To the right of me was a bridge going over a small brook. There were people running around and screaming, and a flying saucer was passing over us and shooting people down. I fell to the ground and pretended to be dead, and some others did as well. After a while, the area was littered with dead corpses and a few people here and there pretended to be dead. Soon the saucer came back by and started to taunt us, a voice on some kind of megaphone attached to it made fun of us for pretending to be dead, saying that they could still see us, and they began to laugh and shoot lasers at the faking people. I was scared and jumped into the brook, and hoped I could hold my breath until the aliens left, but when I resurfaced, the aliens were gone but the entire park had been flooded over by the brook and there was no land anywhere to be found. I hopped onto a floating piece of plywood board and rode it with the current, only to find a concrete platform and a fort jutting out of the water. When I landed on the platform, some dirty people in tattered clothes greeted me, and they told me the whole planet was covered in one giant ocean and tribes only existed on small platforms placed in random areas. They accepted me into their tribe because they liked my plywood board. Apparently, my tribe had some kind of alliance with a group of mermaids that lived nearby, because the mermaids would help us with fishing and defense. At one point, I was far out from the tribe, floating on the board and fishing, and a merman I had become friends with was fishing with me. Suddenly I caught something big and a giant shadow pulled my fishing pole under. When it surfaced I saw it was a blue whale, and the whale swam away in pain at the hook in its mouth. The merman felt bad for the whale and went after it to retrieve the hook, and I went back to the tribe. Then a huge Lovecraftian bug-monster rose out of the water and started to attack us. It grabbed me and picked me up, about to squeeze the life out of me, when a harpoon burst out of his chest and he fell into the water dead. I saw that the merman had arrived and stabbed the monster with it just in the nick of time, and we were all grateful to him.

Non-lucid fragment

I saw two blocky minecraft style looking mermaids out in a black background one of them had a creepy looking face.

I am in a big cavern, surrounded my mermaids. In the dream, I want to become a mermaid. But, the only way to turn into a mermaid is to have this big creepy guy with black wings put this thing on my arm, put a yellowish paste on it, and rip it off. The thing is, the big guys scares me. So as I run away, I'm thinking "what the heck should I do now????" All of a sudden, I black out. Sometime later, I wake up in the Dark campus.* It kind of reminds me of a Hitler camp that has soda fountains and camarros. Anyway, I run into this cafe that is the centerpiece of everything, and reach into my pocket. I really want a soda, but they're two dollars and I only have one. I look closer at the menu and it says the Sprite's are a dollar! I'm like "yay!" (I can't believe that I was never lucid). I buy a Sprite. I don't have shoes on, only socks, so I slide down the floor between tables, past the one that Dev and AJ are sitting at. I go outside and realize how much trouble I was in. No one had ever escaped this place. But I'm determined to escape. I go back inside, yank AJ to his feet, and run outside. My Sprite has mysteriously disappeared from where I left it on the sidewalk. I sigh, but keep walking wiht AJ in tow. All of a sudden I "know" that there is a festival going on tonight. All of a sudden, the sky goes dark and its nighttime. Convenient. But I keep going, walking in between buildings until I reach the airplane landing field. There are a few planes parked, so AJ and I jump in. He knows how to fly the plane apparently, because he starts to take off. Guards are yelling at us, but since I'm escaping, I ignore them. Off we fly, with fireworks shooting behind us over the celebrating people. Most don't even know that we left. Next thing I know, I'm back in the cavern with a mermaid hugging me. I'm starting to think that I dream like reading a book. After she hugged me, my vision was filled with blackness, and a dark blue book. I was on the last page, and close the book. The back cover had a picture of a girl with short dirty-blond hair, just above her shoulders, with a small, darkish face with lots of freckles. It matched the face of the mermaid who hugged me.

21-09-11 Intend on finding Kaomea, which I hope I didn't unless she was one of the saving figures ^^

Though the tone might be laxed, I awoke from both these dreams laced in sweat, in particular the last one was freaky, and as a result I remained awake and typed them out to see I could get rid of the residual terror. First nightmare in 4 years and I get two in a night.

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Mermaids are Malicious Motherfuckers! Aka “What is with Faeries and power tools?”

00:00 – 02:30

The dream might start out earlier, but one of the first things I recall is walking around with a power drill and small plugs in order to find a suitable spot to put up my mirror. I am still not quite convinced that it is actually necessary to exert the effort and put it up.

Skip

I am watching television with my flatmate or similar and I plug in some headphones and start listening to some music and hug up on the couch a bit. After a while my flatmate gets the hint and leaves my room so I can get some sleep.

I end up not sleeping, but sort of just skip to the next point of awareness where I am just done reading what I am supposed to for the following day. Then I realise that it is quite funny that I have been so skeptical about the whole 22 debate, when I yesterday (which actually happened) came to myself from meditation at 22:22 and was amazed that I hadn't spent more time. That I had just read something about numbers that fit the thread. And all of this started to happen only when I started looking into shared dreaming in terms of psychological approaches.

Anyways the time is just after 4 in the morning and my dad briefly awakes to ask me if I have slept at all, to which I reply I haven't but I am pleased to be done with the reading I am supposed to do. There is a Christmas tree in the middle of the room and on the other side of it there is this guy, played by your average villain (don't think I have ever known his name, but he is quite famous, reminds me a bit of Dennis Leary).

He tells me that he can get me access to quite the number of scientific journals. Which, as I am putting down the stuff I was just using, respectfully decline, simply based on the fact that I haven't got the time to take anything else on at the minute.

Something about my Auntie.

Skip

The next part of the dream includes me walking along with two people, though beings might be more accurate and there might be another actual person, a woman, besides me. The reason beings might be in order is that I think it is two faeries each carrying a power drill.

The first one is “the prober”, who drills into another realm (this realm sort of abide to the laws of the Nevernever, hence my suspicion that I was dealing with faeries) and check if it is safe to pass. The other guy has the drill that will actually open a portal and transport me into the other realm.

The first attempt of the prober results in him almost getting hit by a train, I actually hear the sound of it approaching and the horn it blows to get the faerie out of the way. The faerie tries again a bit to the right of his original spot, but the train is still there, but now he knows where we are supposed to drill in order to achieve “safe” passage.

The other faerie comes up and start drilling into this orange plastic thingy. It “is” cone used for road construction and such, but it looks nothing like it. The drill snaps and the other faerie explains that this is a good sign, it means that we have hit the right spot.

The dream changes character.

I go through and I am underwater, I hear a narrator explaining “you should expect the water there to be very hot” and basically just commenting on my general situation. I talk a bit to myself about how I feel the heat that it is indeed close to boiling point, before I turn around.

Idiots!

They weren't supposed to follow me in this soon, they are going to get themselves in trouble. There are three people there a Danish pop duo, who I have little respect for and a black guy, that might be Lafayette off true blood.

I start waving my hands towards them, but there is something on my hands that closely resembles the function of a cheese grater and I start peeling off think layers off their flesh. I look around and the Mermaids are here, not sure if they were mermaids as such, they didn't have the classic tail, though they lived in water.

A black mermaid is wrapped around the black guy. She is holding the big circular lump of skin that has come off his face, she is sucking and licking it. The black guy is just standing there, I think all of them are under a spell.

I walk into this dome where the two others are suffering similarly, the mermaids just happy that I did the groundwork of flaying them for them. I start fleeing and I am somehow dragging the guys with me. There is now this slow moving hiphop beat and as the black guys starts moving the mermaid is still holding onto the lump of skin. I think she has to let it go though she is sucking and licking it frantically and she joins in the beat adding the lyrics “I am going to go and avenge my brain” indicating that she feels wronged for having to let go of her food.
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Ghost Therapist for Psychotic German Sexual/Paternal issues included.

02:30-04:45

Fuck me, getting shivers just starting to describe this. I have these sensations when I am briefly awake from the last dream that it is not only me looking through my own awareness. I shake it off and try and get back to sleep.

The dream starts in some sort of dungeon. We are headed into a dragon's cave, though I don't think I am particularly strong enough to enter. My flatmate might be along with me, though he might first be joining us at a later time. Since I decide I am not strong enough to enter I get some treassure and I say out in general that it is one of the cooler things about Dragons, their decisiveness and willingness to hand out the goods.

The treasure is in a small tin can and contain some rubbish I can't use and some small coins with ex American presidents on them.

The dream then shifts to my flatmate and I talking about these coins and how they are used throughout the game changing from level to level and used for gambling, which means that early stuff currency becomes obsolete over time.

Skip.

I am in living room and I am a therapist. I am working with this guy whom I know is dangerous. He has currently trapped his dad in the toilet for some strange reason. I walk to the kitchen sink at one point and look out the window, it looks like it is daytime. More importantly I get contact with the guy's dad, played by John Malcovitch and asks him how he is holding up. He says he is fine. I ask him if he can manage to stay out on the toilet a while longer, because I think I am close to a breakthrough with his son.

He is fine with that and I tell him that it is fairly impressive, but he shrugs it off and tells me that he has lived with him for a couple of years now so he is used to it.

The dream then shift, it is no longer day time outside and I am now looking at the dream from the psycho's PoV. Across the little kitchen table from me is a woman who is talking to me about my fascination about arranged marriages, because of the sensation of sexual control it provides me. Her hair is orange and she seems played by a rather famous Danish actress.

I tell (well the psycho) her that I am not going to get entrapped into her cheap psycho analytical techniques, but she continues and shortly after snap her fingers, which results in her face and hair colour returning to normal. I shift out of the psycho to a free flowing PoV though I am now the therapist again.

There are screams apparently neighbors or people living in the flat has come to my rescue. I am a young Lars Bom (Danish actor) and I keep repeating the last sentence I said when snapping my fingers and returning to normal. I have a facial expression locked in horror along with blood coming from my ears and mouth. I am lying cramped up in the lap of someone.

The woman I am in the lap off is crying and shouting out that it is too late, that I am already dead. I think she is referring to the demands that the dad be released from the toilet. But then I come to my senses and hug the woman. I get questioned on how I did what I did and I lift up a pillow on the couch where people can see the blood stains. Apparently the stains demonstrate that the whole thing was just a seance I faked with the goal of getting the dad released.

The woman hugs me and I tell her shush shush, “would it help you if I told you I loved you?” I think she agrees to this.

I wake up.

Notes: When reading this I could understand why there isn't much cause for concern, but I am telling you I was bathed in sweat and horror upon waking up from this. Someone or something was there before the finger snapping. The whole pre-dream of not feeling alone in my body could have been a contributing factor. Along the dream I also kept having this sense of being switched or flipped.