My dream started with me looking out of a window from my church. I saw an ocean and tidal waves. The waves began to become taller and taller. Somehow I ended being at the beach instead of simply looking at it through the window. There was one wave that was particularly getting enormously tall; they seemed to get taller than a skyscrapers. For some reason I was aware that everyone I knew was at the beach. They were in the sand and they all got caught in the waves. My cousin and I were the only ones who did not get caught in the waves. After some point, I noticed that people were coming out of the water and everyone was surprisingly safe. I even noticed my mom come out of the water. She seemed a bit irritated for getting caught in the water.
I am at the computer and a woman it's close to me telling me she was assaulted by a guy. She is describing to me the circunstances of the attack and I want to help her find her attacker. We are looking at Google Maps and I inquire about the place where it happens. She names one corner that doesn't exist. I point to her mistakes, that those two streets she mentions are parallel and some blocks from each other. I ask her for a reference closeby and she talks about a factory. I search for the factory in the map but it begins to distorts while I navigate the map. I point to the factory but she says it wasn't there there but closeby and I demand her to be more especific while the maps keeps distorting and taking me to other places. The map shows me a stadium. I start to see not the map but the actual city from above the sky. I identify a perimeter where the event could have happened to this woman. I feel danger in all those streets, and I sense that the attacker is lurking somewhere. Jumped to something completely different. Now I am at a wedding party. I don't know who the bride is. But the bride had decided to perform sort of a show for all her guests. She is dressed like Barbie in a pink gown next to a tall pink cake almost as tall as her. The bride and the cake are on top of a spin platform. As it turns her dress starts to merge with the cake. It was make of a kind of elastic foam and she starts to make shapes with it, transforming it into different attires with several kinds of pink fabrics.
I am friends with a classmate from elementary. She is pouring her heart out about something and I am listening to her, giving some advice. We are at her house, where she lives with her mother and grandmother. We go downstairs and we join the rest of the party in the front yard. It's my friend's birthday and all our former classmates were there. We are talking, her mother comes with the cake, a huge and extravagant lilac fondant cake, we sing the happy birthday and she blows the candles. Suddenly I look towards the house. It's very old, the front with some signs of decay, and I see the chipped wooden floor of the entrance. I walk towards it and take a look inside and I realize it barely has any furniture. I ask about it, how long do they live there, if it's theirs. Yes, the grandmother says, it is but we will have to sell it. I look at her and she looks like she is ninety years old but it's clearly very lucid. I love this house and there's so much to be done to it, she says, refering to the necesary fixes before selling. I ask her if I can give a look inside and take some pictures and she says, go ahead.
Hey guys i'm back and the weirdest thing happened. Well I don't know about the weirdest but it was defiantly odd. Okay so over the summer I met this guy named Izaiah and he was pretty cool we still talk from time to time. No big deal, of course its a big deal to Tyler because like i'm his girl but I have guy friends so I don't see why he is any different. Well anyways back to the dream. I was in the back of Tylers truck and we were laying on our backs looking at the stars and I turned over to kiss him but when I looked it wasn't Tyler but Izaiah. It was so weird. It kinda freaked me out. The weird thing is me and Izaiah haven't talked in a long time and I haven't given him much thought so for him to be and my dream and then him call me the next day was kinda weird because now i'm starting to believe what my friend has told me which was; if someone appears in your dream it means that they miss you. And I was just totally blown away because now i'm starting to think its true.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✧⊰✩⊱✧ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀❥; In my dream i woke up in my bed with my boyfriend lying next to me. I quickly panicked when i realised there was a snake at the end of the bed. My first reaction was of course to get off the bed only to realise the entire floor was covered in different snakes. I accidentally step on one and it directly attacks towards my face, i then somehow manage to get to the corner of the room where i am ”safe”. I then warn my boyfriend that there are snakes everywhere but i miss to tell him about the snake already in the bed and he accidentally kicks it and it bites him in the leg. The snakes are in different colours mostly with a zig-zag pattern across the back. I’d say i’m not any more afraid of snakes that a normal person would be but this is my second time having nightmares about agressive snakes attacking and chasing people i care about. ⠀
I was in my high school in the stairwell leading to class. I remember holding a book and running up the stairs following someone. He was way ahead of me mentioning how hard it was. I was out of breath and stopped in the middle on the ground worn out, I was on my hands and knees breathing heavily, but still holding on to the book. I yelled at the person that I couldn’t go on until I caught my breath, and had something to drink.
I was in my high school looking for my locker. But it seemed like I wasn’t a student at the time, but already graduated because the school was different from when I was there. The lockers were completely different than I remember, so I couldn’t find my old locker. The hallway seemed deserted, and some lockers were open. I walked past my senior homeroom class and noticed it was different, it had no windows, and it seemed like it was being used for a home ec class since I was filled with clothes and fabric.
I was late winter and I was back in 6th grade. I got off the bus🚌and walked by My Dad's friend Gary (who's now dead☠) He was more muscular and looked like the get out of my car guy🚘🤬, he had a much higher pitched voice🔊. It was really weird. Kevin's house and Jason's old house🏠were swapped🔃. At that point, I slowly faded awake.
I dreamt that around 4 people fall off the stairs and die..one of them was my dearest friend . She wrote a letter to me. I wanted to read it but someone disturbed it even I saw her bones. I mourned and strat crying.. then someone one next me said. Don’t cry like that that’s is no good way to cry ... after that strange people fall off the stairs and die one by one . Even a small dog died. I could smell from a dog body . Last one died after I couldn’t move in spite of I desperately wanted to leave there .. instead I had to hear that ghost(?) Eating sound .
10/13/18 in my dream it was like I was in class, but at a warehouse area more downtown. For some reason our teacher (who was an 8 foot tall skeleton that has a friendly high pitched voice and wears a flashy red and yellow robe) was making us kill each other, but we didn’t think of it as “killing”, we all kinda thought of it as going to another dimension to hang out (basically a death cult without the religious parts).This entirely took place in the warehouse. It was kinda a battle royale, with at least 10 people Staying alive to help out the teacher (there was a lot of people) . When the killing began there was a lot happening. For example there were 2 guns being used, one by me and one by some other girl, me and her didn’t want people to die painfully so we shot them. I used all the bullets in the revolver. Towards the end I ran out of bullets so I was just down to my hands. Amanda (my sisters friend who is really nice, kinda quiet) was one of the last ones left to kill in the warehouse. I looked back to see if one of the other killers would kill her, then this crazy girl in a mask that covers her mouth said that she was gonna kill her slowly and painfully, while revealing a serrated camo combat knife. I wasn’t about to let Amanda suffer so I decided to do it myself before the others could torture her. I found Amanda and got on top of her while she was face down, she was really scared. I said sorry, then grabbed her face with my left hand and the back of her head with my right. I I did sort of a warm up pull not really hard. Right before the main yank I heard her say “ow” and began to cry very quietly, I felt really bad that I couldn’t do this in a cleaner way so I kept saying sorry. then I used all the strength I had to pull her head more than 180 degrees. It was an extremely morbid picture. Blood shot out of her mouth when her neck snapped, her face was turning pale and blood shot. The worst part was that her eyes were wide open and filled with terror, they were looking right through me. With this I felt relief because she didn’t suffer a brutal death. When I got up behind me came a few people to try and stab her to make her hurt a little more before she’s completely dead, but I knew she was most definitely not gonna feel anything so I just walked out to where our skeleton teacher was waiting for us. The teacher told us he’d hang out with us for a little more before taking us to “the club house” (aka when he killed us) all I wanted to do is go hand out with Amanda and go apologize, all I could think was “can we go now?” we walked to this event center area and we decided to have a party. Before we went inside Cameron (this kinda annoying kid in my class) said that he should fight the employees outside. He agreed. The 2 average workers were really confused and one pulled out a camera to film what this big ass skeleton was gonna do, the teacher quickly shoved one through a brick wall and flipped the other one over his shoulder and shoved him about 4 feet into the ground and they both died on contact. Everyone cheered except me, I just felt like everything was dragging along. At this point it was like waiting to get out of a boring class. We had a big party with like 200 people it was kinda fun but all I could think about was how I wanted to hang with Amanda and say sorry Unfortunately I didn’t get to finish this dream, it didn’t hit me that I was actually killing people until I woke up. When I awoke I felt really upset and wanted to go to the real Amanda and apologize. I decided not to because she’d probably be freaked out that I brutally killed her in my dream.
I recall being back at my old house in late fall. A cat I used to have was there. I got a call from my dad that I left my soccer Jersey at my moms place - where we would need to stop. I knew it was there but was also petrified I has to step on a soccer field. I also misplaced my Jersey a lot as a kid.
My dream begins with me taking part in a regular activity for example at college, then the lights begin to dim until the room is in compleate darkness, a man sat in the corner of the room on a swivel chair appears, his face is blurred from the lack of light, that is all.
I dreamt that we were at elementary School .there were two famous female comedians .in fact I have dreamt about the two comedians often recently Anyway the play time finished ,we needed to get back to individual dormitory . I walked with my old friend then we arrived the tree house . There was strange woman seemed waiting for us So I had to climb toward to upside .at the moment the part of tree teared as soon as I grasped it . i heard the tearing sound .Immediately I apologised to the tree because I knew it must be hurt because the Tree has a own consciousness. I said I’m so sorry . Really sorry like that Then I wake up
Whenever I have a dream that’s on a beach, the beach looks like it’s a fake beach in this giant white room. The shore is always at a steep slope, and if there are other people at the beach they sit in neat rows on the shore and look out at the ocean, almost like they’re watching a sporting event from bleachers. I always get excited to be at the beach, and I immediately run down the shore to the water to look for shells. The water is always calm and clear. Usually I’m the only person that’s down by the water, but every once in a while there will be a few children playing in the water. In order for me to reach any of the shells, I have to get in the water and wade a bit. I stay by one of the white walls so I can balance myself as I’m walking out. Sometimes I will see a little octopus in the water as I’m wading toward the shells. When I reach the shells I pick up as many as I can and take them back to shore. I want to go out further to find more shells, but when I wade back out to where I was I look down and I see this HUGE and sudden drop a few feet in front of me. The water looks extremely dark and I’ll see silhouettes of large animals like sharks and giant squid.
I have a lot of dreams about my childhood house. We lived in a corner house, and behind the house was a farm and a little canal beside the farm. One thing that is consistent about these dreams is there is always this massive green anaconda laying along the fence in between the farm and canal. In all of these dreams I’m terrified to walk past the anaconda, but only in a few dreams it chases me or attacks me. One time the anaconda chased me all the way back into my house, and I ended up locked in the house with it.
Almost every time I have a dream and I go into a bathroom - no matter the mood or setting of the dream - the bathroom is super quiet and eerie. I’m always scared to look in the mirror, so I always look at my feet or the wall. In one of the dreams I managed to look at the mirror, and I saw a black silhouette sitting upside down on the ceiling reaching down to touch me. It looked a little staticky or foggy, and it didn’t have a face.
I was going down stairs to get to my class at what seemed like a university. Once I got to the door of the classroom, there were classmates of mine waiting for me. One student I remember was a classmate from high school who was our valedictorian. The dream progressed throughout the semester because I would go down the same staircase to get to class over and over again, and meet my classmates, but each time, my outfit was different. And the way I went down changed each time too. I would run down the stairs, slide down the railing, and even took big strides to skip steps. I never got into the actual classroom though. It would just rinse and repeat going down the stairs and meeting in front of the classroom.
Morning of October 14, 2018. Sunday. Dream #: 18,927-02. Reading time: 3 min 54 sec. Readability score: 69. Note that Linda is not Linda in this dream. (See notes after main entry.) In my dream, I am going to an amusement arcade in southside La Crosse with my niece, Linda. I am at the Loomis Street house. It is late at night, about fifteen minutes before midnight. It seems we will spend about an hour there and get the bus back to the Loomis Street house at about fifteen past one in the morning. It seems we had walked north through the Loomis Street alley, as we are then walking east on Gillette Street to go to the Loomis and Gillette bus stop. I am puzzled as to why we are going somewhere so late at night for only about an hour or less of video game play. I check my right pants pocket to feel several American quarters (at least eight) and a few other coins, and I consider I may have enough for the bus trips and a few video games. (There is augmented tangibility at this point.) As we arrive at the intersection, almost to the bus stop, my dream resets. Linda and I are now crossing from the east side of the street opposite the Loomis Street house. It is also early afternoon now. An unfamiliar man is walking (on the west side of Loomis Street) with another man who is also unknown. They are both in their thirties. He is holding a gun to the other man’s head as they walk. The man holding the gun is on the other man’s right. The situation makes me wary, but we keep walking in front of them after we cross to their side (rather than avoiding them), heading to the same bus stop as in the previous scene. I briefly consider that we may be in danger, but that does not seem to be the case, as the man with the gun does not seem interested in us even as potential witnesses who could identify him later. As we get to the intersection, my dream resets for the second time (again, without triggering dream state recognition). Linda and I are now about three blocks north of Loomis and Gillette in a (fictitious) commercial district and walking south on the west side of Loomis Street. It is afternoon. I am thinking about whether it would be worth it to be at the amusement arcade for only a short time. I am still erroneously considering the midnight to one o'clock span even though it is daylight. I am now wearing a hooded sweater with big pockets. I decide that I should have a gun, as the man in the previous scene had a gun and I do not want to take any chances. I create a revolver in the right pocket of my hooded sweater (without lucidity). A policeman is in the area, though remains behind us. As I walk, the revolver, as I am holding it within the pocket, somehow comes out of the pocket and is at my side for a short time. As I continue, my arms swing with my gait in an exaggerated manner. I briefly ponder upon whether people will think I had forgotten how to walk correctly or deliberately trying to draw attention. I put my hand back into the pocket. I consider that if the policeman stops me, I will say that it is a 9mm blank firing Jaguar 80. He does not stop me. As Linda and I walk to Loomis and Gillette from the north to get to the bus stop, my dream resets for the third time. Now we are walking west on the north side of Gillette Street, a few blocks west of the bus stop. (We had reached it before the reset.) She is ahead of me by a few feet and on the right. It is late morning. She is wearing baggy clothes; blue jeans and a pale blue blouse, and this puzzles me as I try to discern her form. She seems about ten years old. My conscious self identity is still not extant, but my dream self’s fictitious mind is losing cohesion, and my dream becomes more abstract in the waking process. [key descriptors] subliminal ultradian rhythm thread (distorted) intersection as RAS mediation (three dream resets) preconscious avatar with a gun preconsciousness as police activity (reticular formation personification) coins as emergent consciousness cue (does not work here) the man with the gun to the other man’s head is counter-processing, that is, potential RAS modulation over my precursory emerging consciousness as the opposite of my dream self paired with a potential reinducer [key ERRORS] Erroneous discernment of induction simulacrum (Naiad) as my niece Linda when there is not the vaguest resemblance or waking life association. However, this is a result of my current conscious self identity being absent. Ultimately, the simulacrum has nothing to do with Linda (whom I have not seen in real life since 1994) and is a younger manifestation of Zsuzsanna. Linda never lived at or stayed at the Loomis Street house. I currently have no interest in playing video games, though when I was much younger, I did go to an amusement arcade in southside La Crosse to play pinball. Loomis Street 1500 area erroneously continues north as an unfamiliar commercial district. My dream resets three times (including late night becoming early afternoon) without dream state recognition, not because of failing to “become lucid” by popular definition, but because of the absence of my true conscious self identity. (Note the non-lucid dream control of my creation of the gun.) My conscious self’s identity, as my dream self is trying to discern the simulacrum in the last scene, remains absent. However, the fact that it is ahead of me and to my right designates its transition from potential reinducer into the emerging consciousness avatar at this point.
I dreamt I was given a certain stone that brings wealth, power and respect to me. The stone had a few symbols of Egypt. (The triangular design of Egyptians was on the special stone given to me). And there were also numbers (75) written on the stone. After the stone was given to me I placed it on a table and when I went back to check if it is still at the rightful place I couldn’t see it. I went fetching water in the well and I saw the stone under the water. Very clean and has a clearer view as Clay Gold. I then begun to think it can only be hidden under water. I say anything I want on the stone under the water and when I come back to check, my well is full of money. That made me became a successful person in the community. Initially the stone was handed to me by someone I haven’t met before and there was an old man in the community so I secretly approached him and his wife and I asked them what it means to have this stone. Since then the wife saw jealousy in her husband’s face and she protect me for the stone to be kept well and not to be stolen by anyone. She was a very old woman who sells vegetables... I took a very good care of my family and child with the money the stone fetches for me and I became very wealthy. In a few days, a severe world war occurred and it started with rockets. The community where I live was destroyed with bombs and rockets in my direction. Right after the bombing, there were dangerous killers on horses with knives killing everyone in my community. The troops were killing everyone but I stood up alone to fight them one after the other. I was in the middle of a circular battle and I was killing them back one after the other. Their leaders were speaking in a language that says ( He is strong and everyone should be careful with him). I was still killing them. Their leader stayed back and he was watching me kill his people one by one. I couldn’t stop killing them until I woke up from my sleep. This is the dream I had last night.
I had this weird dream about zombies. But they weren’t just normal ones. They could run pretty fast and talk. Anyways so I was part of a 4 man team and we had some gear. But the stupid thing was they never gave me a gun. So theirs a map we get and every time this circle moves, that’s where the zombies attack. And geez I’ve had a lot of close calls. But their was this one time we were attacked in coles. The zombies were everywhere and our team was separated so 1 of the guys (he was Asian) was with me. And we were outside of coles in the streets. He pulled out his m9 pistol and scanned the area, funny enough I didn’t ask for a weapon (which was stupid) anyways So we were hiding because we heard a sound. And it turned out to be some random guy in a car. He looked like the average teenager that was around 18 - 19. Not sure what happened to the Asian guy but somehow that teenager was my new team because my now 2 man team got seperated. So this teenager lost his car because I saw the zombies move in our direction so we ran uphill and went into a house, we went up onto the roof and their was a friend of his that had some sort of WWI plane. He got into the plane and left me. Very typical of him. So somehow I was reunited with my team and they had a good armoured vehicle. Then we were attacked again somewhere and I remember I became a zombie to. I put up a good fight though With my bloody hands Then the dream switched I was in a house with all my team of 4. 2 boys 2 girls, and one of the girls went to have a shower. We were looking at where the zombies next attack was gonna be, funny enough we were trapped and we couldn’t win. We all knew we were gonna die. One of my teammates offered a “quick death” before we were attacked. An intriguing offer, I think I was gonna pick up the gun but I declined and went into the bathroom and asked the girl if she could give me a bj she said yes But then the zombies were here.
Was in my high school gym in what felt like PE class. We were playing indoor hockey and I remember that I was the goalie for my team. I caught the ball in my glove once, but I also missed one save in between my legs. Next thing I know, I was a forward now and hit the ball on the upper right corner post of the goal really hard. People were “ooooo”ing because of how hard I hit it. Now, I was playing with the ball doing tricks with my hockey stick and soon was hitting the ball against the wall over and over again, like I wasn’t even a part of the game anymore. Then all of the sudden, I was sitting on the bleachers with a few other people watching everyone else running suicide sprints.
Morning of October 13, 2018. Saturday. Dream #: 18,926-01. Reading time (optimized): 3 min. Readability score: 65. In my dream, there is not much of my current conscious self identity intact. Part of the first setting has the essence and “memory” of the Cubitis house’s kitchenette (where I have not been since 1978), but it is incorrect in the overall layout. There is an open area to the right (when facing west) that leads to a big bedroom, with other rooms beyond that. Additionally, there is a washing machine instead of a stove, which I do not find unusual. The house seems to belong to Marilyn (half-sister on my mother’s side; deceased), even though she never lived here. (I do not recall that she had died and she appears as she was in the late 1960s.) At one point, I watch the washing machine turn at an angle. Eventually, an invisible force drags it into the bedroom, leaving it near a door on the opposite side of that room, near the bed. I find this fascinating and tell Marilyn. I discover that the ghost of a boy is hiding under the bed after Marilyn tells me about him. I perceive him as sitting up in a meditation position even though this orientation could not be possible in reality. Another room seems to be like a small broadcasting room of a radio station, though mostly featureless. I talk to Jim (half-brother on my mother’s side; deceased) through the window, which seems closed, though I can hear him speaking to me. I do not go into the room. (I do not recall that he had died and he appears as he was in the mid-1970s.) He tells me that I should never talk about the ghost to anyone else outside of our home. I disagree. He seems sad. I then have an intense reflection of my marriage to Zsuzsanna and all the miraculous events we have experienced, and I begin talking about them as if they were the result of a divine force above us, yet astoundingly, my dream self does not enter dream state realization. (I still seem to have no recall of who I am or of my current real-life status immediately after this.) I go back into the bedroom, and Marilyn tells me that the parents of the ghost boy, who are also ghosts, had been hiding in the wardrobe for a long time. The unfamiliar and somewhat stocky man in a suit is wearing glasses. His eyes seem unusual. His right eye seems lower than it should, at a slight downward angle towards his nose. It is also a shorter distance from his left eye than what would be normal. I hold out my right hand for the male ghost to shake. I am very sincere and cheerful. He willingly shakes my hand. I then place my left over his as we are still clasping hands. My sense of touch is enhanced. I am confident and peaceful as I acknowledge him with a sincere smile, as if I am very happy to meet him. It is a typical non-lucid dream of the type I have had since earliest memory. There is no evidence that the non-lucid dream self has a viable link to the unconscious mind in REM sleep as many people believe. Virtually every non-lucid dream I have had since earliest memory reveals otherwise. I could look at this dream in two ways. I could see it as the common waking process. For example, I could see the male ghost as my emerging consciousness avatar and our shaking hands as coalescence of my dream self into my conscious self. (There have been many similar dreams.) However, knowing that telepathy (for lack of a better word) is a common dreaming process, there may have been something transpersonal going on here as with my recent “Jethro” dream. The link with the interconsciousness occurs at a specific level between dreaming and waking, though I can also perceive it at times when awake (especially with Zsuzsanna). That is evidence that interconsciousness exists either above preconsciousness or parallel to it, since interconsciousness is often more discernible than preconsciousness, though the reticular formation, RAS, and the preconscious is a waking alert factor in contrast to how the interconsciousness is a transpersonal dimension beyond the individual and a prerequisite of survival of the species, rather than just the individual. [key descriptors] subliminal creation of a bed as a reminder I am dreaming subliminal creation of a wardrobe as a reminder I am dreaming unification ritual REM dream state indicator (focus on “unusual eyes”)
I'm unsure whether this dream lover is supposed to represent my best friend whom I have not spent time with for a few weeks because he's been very busy. It is true I've been missing him far too much, but I don't want to put any kind of burden on him, so I simply spend my days waiting. Now, a few days ago, I had a dream that this 'dream lover' and I were living together for some reason. We spent an entire day out together--we walked with him holding my waist, and I had an arm over his shoulders. He flirted with me and our flirt sessions became rather steamy. Yesterday, I dreamt of him again, and I also dreamt of rain. I was back at my old school, watching the clouds in the sky darken. I /love/ the rain so I was taking pictures and sending all of them to him and being excited (NB: I keep my best friend updated all the time.) I even felt the rain splash on me. It was cool and... peaceful, dare I say it. I suffer from anxiety and depression, so I almost didn't want to wake up from how good the rain felt on me. Any ideas if these dreams are connected? What are your thoughts on the meaning?
I am at home and the doorbell rings. I wonder who it is, thinking that I should ask before opening the door. It's the boyfriend of a friend. He is wearing a light blue parka. I tell him to come in. He tells me he has come to visit my apartment for the first time. I show him around. Suddenly we hear someone screaming in the balcony. I tell him he's just a crazy person who is always screaming there. In my dream my balcony looks like the top floor of the building, it's a common area who happens to be outside my apartment. We go there and suddenly, my friend appears. We are talking and we keep the tour of my apartment. It looks different; it's more ample and have other rooms. My friend ask: "Did you change furniture?", I say no, and then I give a look. I realize my couch is not there. Instead, there are two sofas that belonged to my father. He wanted to throw them away, but instead, he put them in my apartment when I wasn't there and took the couch for him. I am really, really mad and I feel an urge to call him and yell at him.
It's my wedding day. I am riding a carriage, wearing my wedding dress, and I am surrounded by my family. I reflect upon my feelings. I feel beautiful. I experience certain disbelief about the situation. Also I feel quite normal; I expected to feel giddy or nervous, but I am just very calm and also happy. Now I am at the party (the ceremony has already happened). We are at a huge and luxurious hotel or event center. Everybody is dining, having fun, and there are hundreds of people. Suddenly, a gunfire starts. Everyone starts running away, hiding at different places, under the table, etc. My loved one scatter around the place and some times I run into them. I run into hiding with my dad beside a turned down table, but we hear the bullets very close. Then I go to another table, but this one is standing up. I reflect that the tables won't stop the bullets, so I keep running to find a hiding place. But it's weird though. There's a certain normality in the reactions of the people. They are not necesarily frightened, even though there are many deads around us. It's like the a shooting in my dream it's considered something normal in its reality. Also people have a sense of conformity and just accept it. Not me. I run through the whole place, to different areas: the garden, the hallways, some storage rooms. I get to a gloomy hallway covered with small square mosaics. I am close to the kitchens. I run into a man; he is the only one who is dressing in casual clothes. He appears to be lost and ask me for directions. He apparently doesn't know about the shooting, but I don't tell him either. I just run into the kitchen, but I feel the shooters are going to be there too. They could be lurking anywhere. So I keep running, even when I know there's nowhere to hide.