03.22.07

I know I had one long dream last night, but thanks to my normal mentality I get when tired, I was all 'it wasn't that important anyways.' Thinking of this dream is kind of depressing and inspiring at the same time, I almost became lucid a few times, I came extremely close until a motorcycle bust through a building's cerulean tinted glass.

I remember finding myself suddenly in a restaurant, wondering why I was there [because previously I was elsewhere, I just don't remember where or what]. I shrugged it off [stupid me] and went to look for my friends.

Finding them at a cobalt glass table with a navy blue modern lamp light over it, I realized that Kenny was there along with Daniel, Chelsea, and Brook [I think]. I joined them, sat down, and we chatted until we had to leave and pay the bill.

The dream blurs a between then and now, I find myself with Brook, in a nice hotel with poor quality rooms. She stayed on the bed and I hit an army [Chinese] guy, who popped out of the closet, in the face, breaking his nose [I think, I just know that he was unconscious with blood on and around his face].

Another Chinese army dude came out of the closet and instead of me fighting, both Brook and I ran, the villain of the dream [Caucasian, brown hair, fancy suit, mafia mobster leader maybe] opened the door and we somehow got past him.

While fleeing, I had lost my friend, so I kept sprinting until I left the hotel to find myself either in Tampa or Palm Beach as I meandered past new stores in the warm, comforting sunlight.

I noticed that no one else was out here but me, but I had no clue why. I Ooh-ed and Aw-ed at the hyper realistic textures I felt when I touched things and at how well designed everything was, I almost thought, "I've got to be dreaming" but before I could convince myself of that or do an RC, the villain burst through the window I stared at, revving up his motorcycle-

I found myself back at the hotel with Brook thinking, 'Deja vu! But... that's something they say only happens in your mind... no, that either had to be the dream resetting or me having a vision of what is to come.'

I chose the latter [don't ask how that's more reasonable then a dream resetting], and right when I was going to warn Brook to run as soon as I take out the Chinese people, I woke up to a screaming alarm.