Seeing Past Midnight

The last dream I had was about a wolf. But I didn’t document it here. And now I no longer have dreams. I barely sleep. I don’t know what else to say. There haven’t been anymore dreams.

Was signing my name over and over because I kept messing my signature up. Dream then shifted. Joshua is telling me about a scene in a movie. This lady loses everything, sad story. Then we’re watching the next part. She’s chained to another prisoner and they’re both walking a narrow path presumably over water. Everything around them is obscured by mist or fog. Everything is red, except for the white fog. They’re having an argument. She gets very angry and picks up the heavy rock that their chains are linked to and throws it over the side. “No,” she says instantly regretting her decision. The man sees what she’s done, holds his breath and leaps. The woman, sad, gives up and lets the chain drag her over to their deaths. Woke up feeling it was very important not to make hasty decisions while upset.

Felt like we were on holiday. Driving to the quartz mine… the road had been paved for cars so you could drive right in. There was a steep hill down into the mouth of the mine. I reached my hands up from the convertible as if we were on a rollercoaster and my fingers could almost touch the frame of the entrance. The dark road led us down deep and then leveled off into a large open area and a parking area. We got out and began exploring on foot. Immediately we saw a giant quartz being prepared for shipment to a nearby town. Workers told us that they usually cut the quartz before it goes, but in this case the consumer had their own cutting facility. This giant quartz was about 60 - 70 cm and looked like water except it was solid. From some angles it was clear and at other angles it was more opaque. The colors shifted as you walked around it. We moved on, but the dream fades after that.

#1: Being held captive by a crazy lady. She made me live with her- I didn’t really have to do anything, but occasionally she would go on dates and I’d be left alone with the evil spirit she worshipped. I knew if I tried to run, I would need a good plan because the last person was caught several times and beaten badly before she finally either succeeded or died (not sure which). When she left, I had to lay down in my bed next to a giant poster/cut out of a clown that watched me. I didn’t have a good plan or the courage to run away yet, but I was working on one. She would sometimes burn something like incense as an offering. I would just have to sit there with her while she did it. She was small and thin with unnatural red hair. She came across like a hippy chick. I had a feeling she was either stronger than she looked, or if I tried to fight her, something would go wrong for me. #2: Cerano. We received a signal from space. Not just a word or phrase. But lengthy paragraphs, weat

I dreamt I was a secret agent this time. The kind that goes undercover to collect information. A spy. I remember being at an arms deal, playing a minor role. My lead would name one of the weapons and I would hoist it up and parade it around for all to see. Then, if room allowed, I would demo it. I don’t shoot guns often. She gives me a type of new tech shotgun. She thinks I’ll get kicked, but she’ll be wrong. I know how to fire this weapon. Fast forward to some time later and I’ve been hired as a cook, maid, etc at a bad guy’s house. Never met the guy, just know he’s on our radar and I’m supposed to gather as much info as possible. Might have to work there awhile. I see him in a pic and realize I know him from one of the gun shows. I call my hq and tell them I’m sure he’s made me and I’m being set up. She says don’t worry. I’m probably being paranoid. I keep working and later notice that one of the guards has been replaced with a mannequin. A 3-headed mannequin. I’m convinced th

I got home. It was dark out. I was on the phone with Joshua. I was just about to put my key in the door when I noticed that the back door was open, as if someone had just left and hadn’t closed the door behind them. I put my back against the house, next to the door, trying to not be seen. I listened. I heard the rustling of leaves and footsteps in the woods next door. I wanted to tell Joshua, or to scream for help, but I didn’t want to make my presence known. I was afraid to go inside because what if there are more than one of them? I was afraid to call for help. I was afraid to stay there. I started creeping west towards my neighbor’s, but she wasn’t home.