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Elysiana:
Last night I dreamed that my aunt had bought a new house and for some reason we were using it as a stakeout. The whole thing was made of cheap wood and had no carpet or drywall or anything, so walking across the floor was really noisy. Outside in the back yard, a very large hole had been dug. Each time I went outside, it was in a different place, though - one time it was just a large hole in the ground, another time it was a hole in the side of a hill and there were struts holding it up.

There was also a cherry-picker truck out there, and I knew I had to drive it somewhere. I got in and drove off, and suddenly I was driving through really deep water and trying not to get stuck - and by deep I mean it was many feet deep and the truck was actually driving on the top of it somehow. There were train tracks to my right and I figured they'd help keep me out of the really deep part, so I drove up onto those (not sure how, as in my dream they were about 10ft above the water and there was no way to get to them) and followed someone else's car for a little ways. We got past most of the worst of the water so I drove back off the tracks which had dipped down towards the water. The person I'd been following didn't see that the tracks went back up again and they tried to drive off them too late and ended up rolling their car.

Finally I drove back to my aunt's house. Now there was a huge core of dirt next to the hole - not a pile, but more like a large plug. It had been taken out of the hole and held its shape so it was like a 20-foot tower of dirt. I was pissed because I had to park where it was sitting. I ended up parking directly next to it, in a vegetable garden, and then went inside. A few minutes later I heard someone pulling up and looked outside to see a much larger truck - more like an immense forklift almost - picking up the cherry-picker and trying to move it. I ran outside and yelled at the driver and told him he wasn't even supposed to be there and that I still had to use the truck again. He dropped the cherry-picker and then began doing work in the large hole which was now in the side of a hill and had people inside. I walked back into my aunt's house yet again....

... but now it had become my actual house and my husband was there. I knew that I had to help someone so I ran upstairs, but that had become a passageway of some sort - very much like a set of large tunnels inside of a tree. There were lots of people in there trying to find someone, and they were using electronics that were built into the tunnels. There was a sense of urgency about them. I finally found out that a Frost King had gotten in and was trying to harm an important girl. We knew they were on a lower level, so I ran downstairs and was back in our house again. I went downstairs one more level and it was not my house anymore but the basement of what seemed to be a fairly spooky, dark house - like an old farmhouse.

The Frost King was holding onto the girl who seemed to be holding her own. She didn't seem desperate but definitely needed help to defeat him. This is the part where I realize I shouldn't play too much Skyrim before bed... I brought up some sort of interface by touching the air in certain places, like there was a huge invisible game controller there. I brought up a list of spells and was able to read about each one and how it would affect the Frost King. I remember thinking that I liked this interface MUCH more than Skyrim's "usual" interface because it listed different levels of spells that I could use and what I needed to do to upgrade to each one.

I ended up scrapping the whole spell thing and walking up to the two - the girl and the Frost King - and grabbed two handfuls of her hair and then twisted each one and stuck it up each of the Frost King's nostrils, knowing that it would eventually cut off his air. She didn't have quite enough hair to do this, though, so I knew that I'd have to find another way. I pulled the hair out and made it one big handful and used it to wrap it around his face under his nose so that he wouldn't be able to breathe. Knowing that it would give us some time to figure out what to do, I ran back upstairs into my living room where hubby was still waiting for me and wondering how he could help. I told him everything was under control and we just had to wait.

And the rest is just bits and pieces that I remember glimpses of but forget as soon as I remember them >_<

LTK:
I looked in the mirror and I had a really thick beard. And I thought, what the hell, I just shaved yesterday. Then I scratched it and it fell off. I can't grow a beard for squat in real life.

DrPhibes:
I have so much stress, imagined stress becuase I don't think I'll fail in the end, that I got stabbed in the belly in my dreams. I didn't bleed or anything.

Oh, and another time, because I have a very small blatter I went to the bathroom in my dream, proceeded to sit on the toilet, take a piss, piss on my hands to make it flow into the toilet becuase I was pissing all over the place and then I still had to piss and piss becuase my blatter wasn't emptying. That's when I noticed what what going on and I woke up to take a piss. I should make a 4chan story out of this.

Mister D Nomms:
We were all hiding out in this old house. there were zombies outside, but it was ok! My friend's step dad wrote a book about zombies and left it there for us. But the zombies weren't the most dangerous things out there. There was a gang of mexicans who took over the house and all I had for a weapon was a lighter that shot tiny bullets.

Patrick:
Last night I had this dream where an ex-lover decided to get snuggly at the weekly guitar lesson I give her. We started making out, getting a little heated, that kind of stuff. Then she quite suddenly turned into this dude that I absolutely cannot fucking stand, and I woke up feeling gross and dirty.

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