***So once again I've woken up exhausted. I'm sipping a cup of coffee after having placed some toner soaked cotton pads over my eyes to try and coax them into feeling open and refreshed rather than fighting to slam shut. As I said; dreams are work. Last nights dream was chock full of wtf with the addition of an element to wake me with a jolt and literally bring me half of the way into a upright position and gasp in horror. Lucky me I was able to lay back down and fall right into the same dream. Note the sarcasm?***

I'm in a small living room, similar to mine. Same layout minus the front door behind me. I'm stood up and watching the tv. A newscast begins. The anchorwoman is telling the story of a little girl found dead in her bed as she slept having died under mysterious circumstances. To my utter horror a wonderfully sharp and clear photo of this dead little girls face is now displayed on the screen. She's in her bed on her left side, head resting on her pillow and blankets pulled up to just below her chin. Her eyes are closed but rather than appear to be a peaceful, sleeping child the death is clear on her. Her skin slightly transparent to where the veins are faintly visible beneath the surface of her skin. Like a mask surrounding her eyes and lips are bright, deep red splotches under the skin. As if the vessels had burst or blood began to pool under the skin. I'd only seen the photo for a moment.

***I'm jolted awake from the image--I lay back down and fall asleep.***

I'm back in the same dream but a different part now. I'm investigating her death however in a strange fashion. I'm in a sort of rewind and playback. I'm being walked through roughly the 24 hours before her death by her. She's going through it all precisely as she'd done it to give me an accurate view and at the same time she's giving commentary on things to fill me in and answering questions. I can't recall the specifics of them. The others around appear oblivious to her commentary and my presence.

She's being taken to the doctor by her parents, myself in tow. She enters the doctors office which is in appearance a typical doctors office. The only difference is that instead of an examination table there is a hospital bed. She hops up onto it. A nurse enters the room and is pleasant enough only she addresses the little girl as 'he' to which she rolls her eyes, snorts and says 'I'm a SHE'. Her parents let off a little chuckle as well which indicated a mutual understanding and amusement that this sort of thing happened all the time. This confused me as whereas she may have been slightly tomboyish in appearance she was still very much an unmistakable girl. 'Idiot' I thought to myself in reference to the nurse.

Things are much less focused now. The doctor has entered the room and I'm getting flashes of images. The little girl is narrating now. She is telling me that she is there for a check-up and a vaccine. The doctor is negligent, He's using something else, it's not the vaccine she came for. He's not intentionally trying to kill her but he is trying to cut costs. This is what killed me she's telling me. Her parents are unaware.

I'm looking at the television screen again. It's back on the image of the little girl in her bed. It's a video now. She's not dead. She's asleep. Red splotches are gone and she appears to be nothing more than a sleeping little girl. She turns over on her side and takes one of those sleepy deep breaths. I'm waking up now.

It's night time. I'm walking along a a quiet street. It's a city however it has more of a village feel. A small clean city perhaps. I'm have a date. We're holding hands. He's on my right closest to the street. I don't know his name but he's quite tall and slender. Mid length dark hair, attractive face and olive skin bordering on dark. I'm getting a mixed middle eastern descent here. I'm picking up major emo vibes as well. There is an almost feminine quality to him. He's male; That's the extent of his masculinity. Pretty. Very pretty.

We reach our destination which is a restaurant. It's Asian food, you wouldn't know that from the decor as it has an old, chrome railway car diner feel but I can smell ginger, sesame oil frying and I can see plates of colourful rice dishes. if I were to guess I'd say Malaysian or Thai. We walk in and wait to be seated, he turns to me and wraps his arms around me. A stand up on my toes to give him a peck on the lips. Two men walk in behind us and I know what's going to happen before it does. They're acting kind of erratic with their eyes darting around the room sort of pacing with their bodies but feet rooted to the spot. They both pull out large guns and start yelling for everyone to get against the wall and fill the corners.

I lose a minute or so. At this point I'm stood where I was and my date is already in the far right corner. I choose to go into the next room which is only separated by a sort of corrugated glass partition. As I make my way there the armed men stay in the other room. There are 3-4 people very loosely packed in the corner. I notice in front of them a small book shelf. I immediately grab the 3 largest and thickest books that I can find and shove them under my coat. One over my chest, one on my stomach and one on my lower right side which is the side facing the entryway I came in from. It's the only way in. I get into position on the floor and place myself on the outside of the grouping almost as if to bare the brunt.

One of the men enters the room and starts shooting wildly. I slink my head low enough into the front crook of my jacket where my head was partially shielded by the book covering my chest, the rest shielded by my shoulder and forearm. I felt the bullets making impact however I didn't know if any were actually penetrating me. As it continues I was paying close attention to my level of conciousness looking out for feelings of light headedness or slipping so to speak which would indicate a fatal hit.

Next moment. It was quiet. The men had gone. I quickly examined myself. I had taken several hits however the only one that managed to penetrate flesh was in my right thigh. I pulled the books out and the one covering my lungs and heart, the larger of the bunch, a dark blue one had taken 3 bullets. I ran my fingers over the impressions that the bullets left on the underside of the book pondering how close it had been.

The next moment it was long after the fact--I was showing my healing bullet wound to someone. It was a clean hole that made the entire interior of my leg, muscle and all visible right down to my ankle. As I'm showing it off I'm recounting the memory of having the bullet extracted. Next moment I'm awake.

One pro. One con.

The thing about such elaborate dreaming is that there are pros and cons. On the upside you have the ability to have a blast. Take flying dreams for example. They're fun for pretty much everyone whose had them but now add the detail that would in most cases distinguish it from reality (logic of flying aside of course). The sound of the wind as it rushes past you. The feeling of your hair blowing wildly and tickling your cheek. The smell of the sea you're flying over and the pang in your stomach when you suddenly dip a little too quickly.

A con would be waking up utterly exhausted and feeling as if you hadn't slept at all. I love the way Mitch Headberg put it; 'I hate dreaming because when you want to sleep, you want to sleep. Dreaming is work. Next thing you know, I have to build a go-cart with my ex-landlord.' that pretty much sums it up.

***This is the dream that finally convinced me to start a blog.***

It's night time and I'm standing in some sort of clearing. The sky is a deep blue/black and the stars are brilliant. My eyes are drawn to a small body of water. Like a zoom lens I'm automatically fixed on the face of a woman. Early to mid 20's in appearance. Mid length, blonde wavy hair. There are large to mid size chunks of pale blue ice bobbing on the surface of the water around her. I can see steam rising off of the water. She's on her right side floating effortlessly. As the right side of her face is partially submerged I can see clearly on the left that there are 3 distinct, clean and deep gashes on her cheek. Her eyes are open. She's not dead but in some sort of stasis. It is obvious to me that she was not placed here by whomever was responsible for her injury but by someone with the intention of saving her. She was being healed.

The next moment I'm in what feels to me like a psychiatric facility. I'm standing at one end of a large room that appears to be the entire floor of a building. There are no windows. It's dingy and and the overhead lighting gives off a yellow tinge. On the far side of the room, straight ahead of me is a sort of cell. It's entirely constructed in chain link fence. It's situated against the wall, dead centre. I reach the door to the cell which is also constructed of chain link and I met met by a man whom gives off the impression of a doctor but is also my guide. He opens the door and enters first and holds it open as I'm ushered inside.

I'm aware that I'll soon be in the presence of the person responsible for the state of the woman in the water. Once inside I see The left side has an examination bed, sink and mirror above it. The other side is concealed from the outside and has a small doorway to to enter through. What appeared to be chain link on the outside has solid walls when you're inside. Sitting on the examination bed staring straight ahead, profile to myself and my guide is a girl in a hospital gown. She is presented to me as another part of myself. My guide is behaving cautiously. Calculating his every move so as not to agitate her.

When I look at her face which has a dusting of faint white powder I see that she looks exactly like me; only her hair is long, very long dark brown and hangs down passed her waist in messy, thick strands. When she turns to look at me her expression took me by surprise. It's a combination of confident, sadistic and violent. Her emotions are so strong that I can feel them emanating from her every pore. The most prevalent being anger, hate and murderous impulse. What I can also feel is something I know was only meant for me and that is love. I feel safe because of this.

My guide indicates that he has something important to say to me but what he has to say will surely agitate her. He writes it the mirror above the sink. He's chosen the mirror because it's the one place she's incapable of seeing. His message I can't recall verbatim but I do remember the gist of it which is I need to hold my ground. It would be catastrophic should she be allowed out.

I'm in the other half of the cell now. The room has a less medical feel to it. There is a bed in here as well with a hospital curtain going around it, partially drawn. My back is to the doorway and she's behind me. My eyes are on my guide who is standing in front of me, his eyes also on me. She comes up from behind and wraps her arms around me and I can see this from an outside view. Her head close to mine we're identical in appearance now. Her hair is like mine, her face no longer powdered white but her expression remains as cold as before but in a slight smirk. She says without opening her mouth 'let me out. It would be so much better if you did'.

Now I'm outside the cell, closing the chain link door behind me. She is in the examination portion of the room which is visible from the outside. My guide still inside and where I left him although not visible from where I'm standing. I'm in the middle of turning away when I'm startled by the crashing sound of a struggle. I look up to see that see that she has returned to her original appearance and is no longer alone in that room. Who is in there with her is a girl very similar in appearance however I cannot see her face. What I can see is that she's being violently attacked by my other part. I started screaming for my guide to come and stop her but the attack went on. He didn't answer and he didn't come. I continued to yell for him as I slammed the fencing. I'm helpless to do anything but watch because I cannot open the door. I can't open it because I am the only one capable of letting her out and she knows that. This attack is her way of trying to lure me back inside so that I can open the door...Which I wont do. The last thing I remember is focusing on my hands as they gripped the chain link.

***After that another dream started which consisted of me being in very boring night club with a big bar, wrap around leather seating against the wall and magenta lighting. Nothing special to report there***