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There's a human woman who, when looking at a particular vampire through a mirror, would see a reflection of him that no one else could see - or rather a sort of different version of him, seen far off and from a distance, performing different actions. She's never been sure exactly what this means. He believes that she's been seeing something like his soul, or another side of him - he saw it as something like a hope for salvation. Right now, though, he's leaving town; he's loading luggage into a car, and both he and his sister are dressed in a drastically different, more formal style than she's ever seen them wear before - she thinks of it as out of character. But it only seems that way to her because they're destroying the personas they've been using with these particular identities and creating new ones, and she's never seen them do that before.

She's standing on the sidewalk, talking to his sister, and she's saying, but what about those visions of "the man in the glass" - how can the two of them just leave her without finding out what her visions meant? The sister says those visions were just illusions that he's ready to move on from.

I'm in a fortress that's been evacuated, watching a woman who's been advising me as she treats this survivor we'd found lying unconscious in the hall. Now that she's conscious again, my advisor comes to me and says we're in luck; the woman's the head of a noble house and she considers her loyalty as being to the throne itself, not to any particular claimant, so she's willing to pledge her sword to me. I'm aware that there was some previous meeting that had declared me the legitimate claimant to the throne, and that's what's determining this woman's decision, not that we've saved her life; if the meeting had declared in favor of someone else, she'd be supporting that person instead.

The character side of me is surprised by this statement about pledging her sword; I say to my advisor, what, again? I'd had to find three noble houses to declare their swords to me, I'd managed it, there'd been a ceremony - that part's done now, isn't it? My advisor can't believe I'd say such a thing; exasperated (rightfully so, the observer side of me thinks), she explains that I need all the swords I can get, especially now as we're making for Hightower - I have a mental image of entering a military encampment and seeing the top of a round tower of brown stones in the distance. I see her point now that she's said it, and I think about the route between here and Hightower, and all the noble households located along that route. I hope we don't have to repeat the actual ceremony each time.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm part of a group of people protesting some issue, focusing on a sort of police force in a particular community but with broader implications. Trying to figure out how best to handle this, I enter the mind of the man in charge of the police force, trying to see what would sway him, what approach he would listen to. I find that the problem isn't our approach, it's that nothing coming from this source is going to sway him - even if my group convinced every last person in the community to unite and speak up, this man sees our community as a problem to be solved, a situation to be managed. If the police force is going to change, it needs pressure from someone else.

I travel to the mind of that man's superior, a political position. He's more sympathetic to the issue in the community, but he won't act just based on sympathy; it's important to him that he make "impartial" decisions about where to focus his limited time and resources. If public opinion among the area he serves as a whole was pressuring him to focus on this issue, or particularly influential groups or political powers, then he would focus on it. He considers this the most responsible approach.

Following the trail of political influence, I eventually come to the ruler of the country. He would be surprised to be asked about this issue at all; he considers it outside of his jurisdiction. This is the church's responsibility.

I come to the leader of the church, the equivalent of a pope. She also believes this isn't up to her; this is an issue for each nation to decide.

I'm traveling with a woman who most recently has been climbing these giant stairs cut into the mountains, leading a very large group of people, guided by her visions and signs. Now she's reached an old shrine that's of great personal importance to her. But that's not what she was looking for - she thought her visions were guiding her to a place where all these people could be safe. Now it seems it was just something personal. She believes she's led them all this way for nothing.

I'm extremely frustrated by all this, because the place I've been trying to guide her to with those visions I've sent her is still further on - I wanted her to see this shrine first for personal reasons, because I like her and I thought she deserved to know this part of her past, but it's not our final destination. Unfortunately, the stairs end here; there's no easy path after this point. How am I going to convince her to keep going now that she's doubting the visions? I'm almost tempted to just suggest scouting ahead myself and then conveniently 'finding' the place - but I need her to be the one to discover it, not me. I'll think of something, but I need to talk to her privately, and there haven't been many opportunities for that on this pilgrimage.

Right now she's busy talking with a priest I dislike - I'm not fond of priests on general principle, but this one in particular irritates me. She's apologizing. She's saying she shouldn't have rejected the idea of divine guidance - maybe if she'd believed, she wouldn't have gotten them lost like this. The priest reassures her, saying, "You delivered what would not be prayerful."

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Still in that same mountain range, but this time I'm working separately from the main group, it's just me and a couple of her soldiers. I'm talking with a slave trader - he's got a group of people I've been looking for and I need him to release them. He says he can't possibly do that, they're an extremely sought-after species. He shows me a cage with a human man and woman instead, and a falcon that comes with the woman, and says that he'll give me one of them as a sign of good faith - he'll even trade me all three, the two humans and the falcon, if I'd be willing to give him one of my soldiers. He has a buyer who likes that specific shade of skin. Incredulous, I tell him this isn't a negotiation. He's going to release the people I came for, I'm not going to give him anything, and I don't care about his humans or whatever else he's selling.

But then he takes the hood off the human woman - white hair and a young face. I know her. I'm shocked, and she looks just as shocked to see me - I'd thought she was dead. Last time I saw her, she'd sacrificed me to her people's gods. It didn't work obviously, I can't die that way, but there was no way she could have known that. When my 'death' didn't stick, her people reacted very badly. I'd seen them holding a funeral for her later, but I'd been watching from a distance - they must have held the ceremony without a body. I'd just assumed they'd killed her. I'd liked her a great deal, sacrifice aside.

There's a teenage girl who's come to me to learn her futures. I've spread them out like cards on the table, and as I hold my hand over one depicting a man she could be married to, she says she wouldn't mind that one so much, that wouldn't be so bad. I have the impression that she doesn't feel she has a choice in any of this - she might want to know what the options are, and she might have her own preferences, but someone else will be making the decision, not her.

With that in mind, I move to one of the futures on the outside edge, the more unlikely options. It's labeled Dreamer. I see her lying on a couch with an arm thrown over her head, looking at the ceiling, wasting away. Her clothes are glowing green like an absinthe advertisement. Since I think of her as wasting away here, I conclude that this is a future she wouldn't want and start to move my hand away, but that vision version of her stops me. She sings, "I listened to my dreams." This is important to her. It's not something she regrets. "They taught me how to feel." Behind her there's a glass window opening onto a balcony, from which I can see a river and the stars. There's a whale swimming through the clouds, adding to the fantastical nature of her possible future.

A woman is standing in my home - I'm not physically present at the moment - and looking into a mirror that's showing her various visions. Currently it's showing her the man she loves with a very beautiful young servant standing underneath a tree, carrying out an affair. This isn't a surprise - she was already aware of it.

The scene in the mirror changes, showing her an image of herself in a shop. There's no sound but the shop owner seems to be repeatedly asking her something that she refuses to respond to. When he approaches her, she throws out a hand to tell him to back off, but her nails brush his throat and cut it open, covering her with his blood. She looks shocked, but quickly recovers and hurries out of the shop.

This second vision reminds her of my instructions to her. She has to eat a human heart tonight if that young and beautiful body I gave her is going to become hers permanently. And regularly after that, but that's not important, that's just basic dietary needs - the important part is this first time, making a deliberate decision.

She steps through a portal back into her world, the courtyard of her own home. But as she looks around things look strange to her - most notably, the sky is covered with grey clouds that seem unnatural to her. It's as if she's seeing both her world and mine at the same time, and she wonders if this is how I see her world all the time. I'm thinking, you're getting a bit mixed up about which world is yours now.

My dream starts off with myself and two guys running around in what appears to be a whole set of underground mazes. We each have a bunch of things that we're carrying, though most of it seems to be contained in the knapsacks we're each wearing. On top of this, however, we each have a knife strapped to the outer part of our thighs, as well as a gun in our hands. I carry what simply appears to be a pistol, while my companions have what seem to be much more military grade weapons. The tunnels we're in seem to be very dark, though we appear to know what route we're taking, but we're constantly looking behind us due to low moans and grunts that echo through the stone walls.

We eventually come to an area of tunnel where there is actually an opening in the ceiling above us and for some reason this room is lit up. This is the place we're looking for and I drop my things and get sent up first. Once I'm up my first male friend starts passing me his equipment before I haul him up, and we start doing the same for the second guy. However, the second dude is taking what seems forever to send his stuff up to so I remember remarking how 'You need to stop sending your shit up to me one at a time.' Just as I'm telling him this a loud noise echoes almost right beside us and the third of our group pales, looks down the path we came from, and looks briefly at us before running down the tunnel saying, "Guys, I'm sorry." He starts making a lot of noise as he goes, looking to draw the zombies away from where we are. It doesn't take long before it seems they catch up to him when he starts screaming and wet noises fill the tunnel. It's past time being able to save him.

We scoop up all of our belongings and exit the room into what seems to be just a normal (albeit larger) home. We walk through the kitchen and living room before exiting the house and it turns out that it's built on a beach. Walking out from the home has us standing almost at water's edge and there is an entire community of people living here: there are people sun tanning by the water, kids swimming in it, and it's just an entirely laid-back atmosphere. A couple of older men approach us to welcome us to their home and take most of our inventory besides our knives to a communal armory. Some other people encourage us to go enjoy ourselves, so we shrug and decide to go find stuff to do. I decide to go swimming so run up to the water in my clothes and go right in.

I'm swimming only until I get to water depth about twice my height when I notice a small body just sitting at the bottom of the section of ocean. I can somehow tell it's not a zombie, but instead a small boy of maybe 8 years, and I swim down to pull him up and out of the ocean. Once I get him out I run to take him over to a building side and start trying to do anything I can to get water out of his system, yelling "Are you ok?" He swats away my hand and simply replies, "I'm fine." It gets awkward and silent for what seems like an eternity and I ask what he was doing at the bottom of the ocean. This look that gives me chills passes his face, and replies, "You'll find the answers you seek on the dark face of the moon." The kid then looks like he's about to try to eat my face and I scream, but instead his body becomes translucent and he absorbs into me. As he does a million different images of the future pass through my head, though I do not know if they're different moments down the same timeline, or a million different possibilities for the future that our timeline could progress down.

Thoroughly freaked out, I go inside to try to find something to eat. My friend is there in the kitchen with a female just a bit older than me and she's cooking for the group. She hands us both another, much sharper knife and explains exactly how to strike a zombie to minimize damage so that we can filet it better and cook it up (not only do zombies apparently come through the tunnel every now and then, but they are available to eat). Just as she says this, a couple actually appear from the catacombs and we follow her instructions to kill them clean. Just as we're dragging the bodies towards her, a few more come up and we do the same thing. She remarks how odd it is, as only a couple at the most tend to come up a day. Another body appears from the tunnel, but the results are much different this time. While the person looks like another zombie and is even partially decayed, it behaved like a human. It ducked around our strikes and grabbed the knife from my friend before lancing it through his throat. As my friend is collapsing to the ground, the creature runs back to the tunnel and somehow destroys the narrow opening, so now it's a large, sloping gap for a horde of zombies to come up. Most are normal, but there are quite a few who look like chargers from Left 4 Dead, as well as a couple that look like tanks from this game.

The female and I both try to run back out, but I'm the only one who actually leaves. I start screaming for everyone to get out and to run just before the horde comes out behind me. Many people aren't fast enough and become lunch for the group of zombies. A large creature of our own appears, seeming to me like an almost mini-Godzilla but with wings. It scoops up a couple of people and prepares to take flight. I just about get grabbed by a zombie, but a woman pushes me out of the way and screams when the zombie bites her in the throat. When the Godzilla creature grabs me to take with it, the woman gurgles out, "You've seen the future and you'll be the one to save us all." As the creature takes flight and takes us with it, my dream ends.

Dream Fragment: I was in control of the body of this tall pregnant redhead with a sparkly red dress on with white platform boots who was chasing me saying her baby is mine and I couldn't catch me even though I was running in circles in a relatively small hotel lobby.

Dream Fragment: This man walks up to me and takes off his glasses and this puke yellow foggy light comes from out of the lenses and booms into us and then we see all this weird shit but I'm still aware of the room around us and I slowly walk away from him because it's freaking me out, but he really wants me to look into the yellow air with him.

A voice saying "The demonic lovers, burnt out in the darkness," and an image of same: a beautiful woman, a witch, in profile, breathing out smoke, cigarette holder in her right hand, and as implied by the voice, she looks burnt out. Her left arm is cradling the severed head of a blond man, her husband. It's still alive, and in pain, and can't die. The things they did out of love led to this.

A man I know has come to my apartment to ask for my help. He looks like he needs it - pale, strung out, in a stained and rumpled suit. He wants me to draw or paint my visions, specifically the one I just saw, the witch with the severed head. He's still in the hall, I'm leaning against the door frame with my arms folded, I'm not letting him in because while I'd like to help, I don't believe I can do anything for him. I'm sure I can't paint/draw well enough to capture that image, not the way he needs.

Wrote a fragment down earlier tonight as "Talent, innate vs. developed" - no memory of that dream anymore but seems like a related theme. Other fragments were all very dull - a woman with tiger-striped hair, a game that summons pieces of different cities, walking in the rain and thinking about someone, the word 'mirror' in my notes with no memory of what that was about.

Hypnagogia: A woman's voice saying "Run!" over and over again. Disconcerting. Woke myself right back up.

Nightmare: I'm in a dark cave full of dangerous creatures. So I decide to summon up a pterosaur to kill them for me. I hide behind a door against the wall and listen to it move around; it won't be able to reach into that narrow space, so I'll be fine. Except I start doubting whether the space is small enough, and become aware that I'm not in a narrow space, I'm in the much more open space of my bed.

(Woke up at 5:30 am, half an hour after bed. Back to sleep.)

A connection between the Palin family and a family of actors, a law that makes it possible to win an election without gaining a majority of votes, and a great deal of anger at both these things, though I don't much mind myself.

Birds flying overhead in V formation above my IRL home, thinking about luring them down.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm the Doctor, the ninth, traveling with Rose, and trying to get into a building which is apparently strictly for the upper class and we don't look the part. The guard at the door stops us at first, then lets us in after I wave the psychic paper at him. After we're inside - looks like a casino - Rose asks if the paper made him see us as someone else, or in nicer clothes. I tell her it doesn't change the things people see, just the way they interpret them.

(Woke up. Suspect that last scene was inspired by the 'Run!' hypnagogia. Back to sleep.)

A little dark-haired girl, a relative, who hides behind the furniture and speaks quietly, tells me I should have listened to my visions. I'd just agreed to something, and I probably shouldn't have.

A fragment of dialogue: "And you will be trusted with it. Again."

(Woke up at 7:50 am, after getting to bed at 4:30 am. Back to sleep.)

I'm reading a multi-volume autobiography. This particular chapter is describing a vision the author had at a young age, and what he thought about that - not about the content of the vision, but the act of having one.

A man is being held captive by a coyote god, or rather a coyote spirit which has temporarily become a god, taking on a human but coyote-headed physical form. They're surrounded by baby spiders acting as helpful servants. This man had been searching for his wife, refusing to believe the reports of her death, and his search led him here.

As Haruka/Onikui, I'm chained in a cell, with Minamoto Raikou standing over me with the keys.

(Woke at 9:04. Back to sleep.)

"They had more passion, ordinary things; and it didn't do to tempt the passions of ordinary things in passing." The thoughts of a woman who had a man over to eat together with her mother and her daughter, flirting and enjoying it, but with this thought in her head.

(Woke at 10:28. Back to sleep - but I woke up roughly every half hour after that, and I kept running into that problem where, half-awake, I think about writing a dream down and mistake that thought for having actually done it, and so forget the dream. Nonetheless I wound up with two more pages of notes, mostly too dull to bother writing out in detail.)

Very dull dreams from the rest of the night included discussions of my control issues, a man taking the shape of a three-eyed bat with a green-and-gold mask, watching the sunset, farm work, bear hunting, anatomy studies, a vampire movie starring Nicolas Cage and Meg Ryan, the death of Mickey Mouse while he was nobly saving Donald Duck, my IRL civilian sister as a military police officer in training, a werewolf-hunting father and daughter giving a werewolf shelter in their home, and a sitcom about hobbits with fangs.

Something about vision(s).

I was aware that i was mostly awake and seeing this through a haze.

Sweet night
Someone is whispering sweet night.
I see myself on a flat roof top in an urban place. It's gray and looks like rain. I see myself sitting in a tub with two basins. One large to hold me sitting and one smaller in front of me. The whole tub is shaped like a figure eight. There is lightening but no rain. It's soundless and dry but not violent. A couple bolts are in the sky and the havenumerous branches. The branches meet the metal tub in in and play on the edges. I can see them jumping along the rim. Whispering sweet night. I see a finger, maybe mine, tracing the rim of the tub. Like a figure eight or the infinity symbol. Lightening and the hand. Soundless. Gray, blue, white. Still. Water in tub. Me knees to chest. Everything still. Non violent. Bright lines and trees of light in sky.
Sweet night/sweet light?

There were times where I wouldn't be sleeping but in the transition to falling into a sleep state. I had some scary moments while this was occurring in the past and when I say scary I mean very macabre and horrific, but I wouldn't let them scare me completely and found them in a way amusing.

One I had a long time ago was where I was on a car trip to visit some family in another state. It was night and I was sleeping in the back of the truck with the blankets (not the bed of the truck) I must of been like thirteen at the time. I fell asleep and saw this zombie girl wrapped in bandages from head to toe as soon as the vision started she started to run...on her bandaged hands like a creeper, like she didn't have legs.

The next I had like a month ago resulted in a trip to the hospital because I was dehydrated. I had a vision that was so vivid of a wall painting that was done in Egyptian times that had a pharaohs head speared and there was blood on the wall to show this graphic scene. I thought that the drawing looked too modern to be drawn way back then but still had some Egyptian scene to it. I've had enough Ancient civilization dreams related to the Egyptians to where I can probably say this was from the subconscious part of my mind.

I have had others that were on the more severe end. They weren't scary but to me rather intriguing and insightful.

Note*** I have a mental disorder that induces these visions on a very rare occasion but it happens more frequently than one who didn't have my disorder.

I am in MoSh's inner world, in the place I usually appear when I have planned to meet up with him in a dream. I look around to see that everything is as it should be before I head over to the house and knock on the door. The door opens, and I see Asuka there smiling at me. Asuka asks me if I have come back to do another spontaneous healing, I tell her that's not why I'm there… but if she feels she needs healing I will be more than glad to help. She says no, she feels fine, but she felt fine the last time I busted in here to use a healing spell on both her and MoSh. I don't remember past dreams too clearly at this point, so I don't respond. It's better to remain silent and have people think you're a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt. So I follow Asuka into the living room where MoSh is, it looks like he has been waiting for me. MoSh says if I am ok with it, he still wants to go and try to view when he got the psychic reading from Bonnie, so he can determine if the person he's supposed to be with could actually be Kaomea or if there is someone else. I say that is why I am here, so we can go ahead and do that.

I sit down next to MoSh on the couch and we open up a laptop, looking to view through time as we do when looking to view a past dream. This doesn't seem to be working, however, as when I go to find the entry, there is no such entry. I wonder if that is because it wasn't a dream, it was a waking life event that MoSh experienced. I figure this would be more like astral projection or remote viewing than dream viewing, so maybe I would have to use a portal to get us to where we can view this. I tell MoSh that, and after I do one more search on the computer that doesn't find anything, I turn the computer off and get up. This is going to be more difficult than I had first thought, since my first thought was that the only problem would be seeing Bonnie's vision. I focus on opening a portal to view the event MoSh wants to see, but the portal isn't opening. I focus harder, I know this is possible, I have heard of a lot of other people doing it successfully… I keep focusing to the point where I am developing a minor headache, that certainly won't be beneficial, but finally a portal flickers into existence. I stop focusing on it because it is open now, and all my portals stay open by themselves for at least a while once I get them open, but the portal closes instantly. I have to open it again, then I usher MoSh through the portal and then follow him without losing my focus… not the easiest task…

MoSh and I emerge from the portal into a strange place, I don't recognize it at all. I look around and try to get a description of the place, but all I can see is that the place is constantly shifting… wtf? Nothing is staying the same long enough for me to get a fix on it, and the entire thing is starting to make me nauseous. MoSh doesn't seem to be having any problems with this, he goes over to a woman who isn't shifting with the rest of the scene, and there is also another MoSh there talking to the woman. Their voices are echoing throughout the strange shifting place, making it hard to understand what they are saying, but I catch enough of it to get the basic idea. MoSh wants to know about his future lover. The woman, who I am finally able to focus on enough to see she has long dark hair and appears to be somewhere in her 30's, says MoSh is looking for a woman, when he finds her she will complete him, and he will complete her. She seems to be focusing on something, I wonder if I will be able to see a picture or image of the person. I focus on the woman, wanting to see what she is seeing… but I don't get things very clear. What I do see is a Japanese woman, very pretty, she has her hair tied back in a pony tail, she looks to be somewhere in her 20's. She has a very nice smile, and she is smiling at me, or at least it looks like she is smiling at me. I need to allow MoSh to see this image now… how can I do that?

Before I can figure out how to get the image to MoSh, everything freezes around us. The room is no longer constantly shifting, though somehow that doesn't make it any easier to see the room clearly. It seems that the walls and everything in the room have stopped in mid flux as if they are part one thing and part another, it looks really strange, but at least it is less nauseating than when things were moving. The MoSh that the woman was talking to is also frozen, the only things moving in the room are the woman, the present day MoSh, and myself. The woman is looking right at MoSh and me, I wonder if she can actually see us… maybe she can… she is a psychic, after all.

The woman stands up and comes over right in front of MoSh, she turns to give me a dirty look, then returns her attention to MoSh. Her voice is still echoing around the room making it hard to understand her, but I am once again able to get the basic idea. She repeats herself several times, just using different words each time, that MoSh being around me is a sure sign of doom. She says if he ever hopes to have the things he wants in life he had better break all contact with me immediately. She says that if MoSh stays with me, I will lead him only to his own doom. She says he should break off all contact with me immediately and… well, I never get to hear and what, because MoSh interrupts her. He is clearly not pleased with the woman at all, he tells her that he will decide for himself who he spends time with, and if he wants to spend time with me, then he will do so. The woman tries to say more, saying I am not MoSh's friend, I am… MoSh interrupts again, saying he knows who his friends are, and I am his friend, and now he has clearly heard enough of what the woman has to say. He tells her, in no uncertain terms, that he wants her to shut the fuck up. The woman looks at MoSh and says if he won't listen then he has already chosen his doom. This is where I wake up.