At one point, Kain came from out of the sky and Raziel had to stop to deal with him. Kain wasn't helping me; he was chasing Raziel just as Raziel was chasing me. When I heard the noise behind me, I finally turned around. Raziel glared at me, such hatred in his eyes. He wasn't wearing his cowl and that made for a more evil appearance.

Somehow, I knew Kain wouldn't be able to hold him back for long so I kept running as if Raziel was still right behind me. I went inside an apartment and grabbed an empty garbage can and ran with it to find some place out of sight to put it then hide inside it. It was the best I could do; I was desperate. But the apartment I had happened to choose belonged to my sister and while I was trying to hide, she kept trying to show me through her window two new blue cars she had. I told her I didn't care about her new cars and that I had to hide. I found a place to hide inside the garbage can and crawled inside it. It wasn't long that Raziel found me. It was as if I was wearing a tracking device. We stared at each other motionless. I knew I couldn't get away. I woke up before he was able to do anything to me.

A man who was close somehow with our family, died from choking on something. There was no funeral or coffin even. He was packaged in a wooden crate and put in a warehouse. It makes no sense at all, but there were train tracks over the crate. The tracks ran in through one end of the warehouse and out through the other - about two feet above the ground. They appeared to be held up only by this crate.

After a while, we heard thumping sounds and realized it was coming from the crate. The train tracks had vanished and we worked to open the crate. It sounded like the man was trying to get out.

When we opened the crate, we had to also open a large banana peel to get to the man. As soon as his face was uncovered, he began gulping air. It was Bill Clinton! He was wet with some white goopy mess; it made him look like a newborn baby. Really gross. Then, he spit out a marshmallow. We learned that he had strangled on a marshmallow, but didn't completely die. He had been sealed in the crate alive!

Sometimes I was controlling Dante like playing the game, but most of the time I actually was Dante. I even messed up a few times and had to start over. It was very dark within the mountain and there were spiral staircases that didn't always meet. It made it difficult to ascend and find the levers.

It was night and I was in an unfamiliar house, yet it was mine. I was in the living room with my mother and someone else. The doorbell rang. On a monochrome panel, I read that it was someone using a codename, "China Girl". It didn't mean I knew the person, it only meant that it was a fellow Bowie fan.

I took my time answering the door. My mother made some sarcastic remark which ultimatly said that she felt I needed to answer my door more quickly. The ringing had stopped. I didn't want the person to leave, I just didn't want to seem too eager to answer my door. I got outside just as the person was getting into his car to leave. I had never seen this man before. He looked stereotypically Italian - the slicked-back black hair, a white turtlenecked shirt and an open jacket. You know the look. I stopped him and asked him what I could do for him. He got a CD-ROM software cover out of his car and showed it to me. He said that he didn't have the CD anymore and he was told I had it and he wanted to borrow it. I took the cover from him and looked at it. It had a red and black patterned background and a picture of Malek (from Legacy of Kain: Blood Omen) on the back and front. It was called "Launch" and it was known to be the best of file sharing programs.

I told him to wait for me and I'd go inside and get my copy and bring out to him, but before I turned to head back inside, Eric came walking up from nowhere. I asked him what he was doing there and he mumbled something and walked right past me towards the house. I caught up with him just as he was walking inside.

Suddenly, I noticed that there were several guests in my house and a couple more coming in the door behind me. I got the feeling that they were all there to distract me. I ignored them. I followed Eric into the kitchen where he had gone to talk to Chris. I sat across from them at the kitchen bar as they talked. It seemed that Eric wanted to get back on Chris's good side. Chris seemed to go along with it and they shook hands. I had noticed all this while that Eric was purposefully ignoring me. I wasn't about to tolerate this in my own house. I had put up with enough from him in the past, so I spoke up, saying something like, "So, I see you two are getting along now. What about me? What about your apology to me?"

He turned and looked at me with a mean expression, then said as innocently as he could, "What apology?" I knew what he was trying to do and I wasn't about to let him get away with it. I said, "The apology for everything you said to me and about me. An apology for saying you wanted to take Braedon away from me because I'm so retarded and for saying that you were sorry for Chris to have such a stupid wife. Also for saying that I 'brainwashed myself into believing my own lies'. An apology for all that."

He still acted like he had no idea what I was talking about. I realized that Leigh had taught him a lot so far. He was acting just like her - denying everything.

I was so frustrated that I went into an underwater part of the house (which I'll explain in "Part 2") and stood there. I realized that I could breathe underwater so I decided to stay there so Eric couldn't talk to me anymore. I was sick already of hearing Leigh's evil influence coming from him, who used to be a good friend of ours. I just couldn't listen anymore.

{Part 2}

Before "China Girl" (the Italian man) had rung the doorbell, I had been playing an RPG which altered parts of the house to become interactive scenery for the game. Mainly, it created underwater pockets throughout the house.

In the game, there were knights with swords underwater. Some were friends, others enemies. I didn't spend much time in the game as the dream started.

With the flip of one switch I could turn the underwater alterations on and off. However, when I tried to turn them off before answering the door, it malfunctioned. The holes leading underwater stayed in place.

When I had headed underwater to get away from Eric, I saw Braedon and a little girl playing next to one of the water holes. The water was level with the floor. Braedon was slapping the water, but he slapped too hard and lost his balance. He fell into the water and I went in after him. A current took him under the wall of the house and he floated to the top of the pool outside, face up. I was underneath him reaching as high as I could to push him so that his face was above the surface of the water. Chris had seen where the current was taking us and hurried outside to pull him from the water. Braedon was ok, he just coughed up a little water and started crying. Chris had been holding him upside-down, thinking that was the right thing to do and I yelled at him to stand him upright. He did as I said, but he hadn't liked that I had yelled at him. I didn't care. He needed to get Braedon on his feet as soon as possible and I didn't want to waste time asking him nicely.

This incident felt like another diversion from being able to deal with Eric effectively. The whole dream felt like I was being distracted so Eric could get back in good graces with Chris without having to patch things up with me. That way, he could come over and have fun with Chris in front of me while treating me however he wanted with no worry of being of thrown out. All his sick little game and I kept having to deal with distractions rather than trying to prevent his manipulations with Chris.

I was in a beautiful part of a forest. It had an almost magical beauty. Everything was so green and alive. I saw a stream with water so clean and clear I would have drunk from it. I simply can't describe well enough just how beautiful it was.

Commander Riker and Counselor Troi (Star Trek: TNG) were with me and it seems that either Lt. Worf or some other crewmember was in the background, but I'm not sure. I was about to walk ahead into another, more spacious area of the forest when suddenly Troi would go no further. She said that she had a terrible feeling about the place and she looked scared and worried, like if she could have left right then, she would have.

I told her there couldn't be anything bad here. It was all so magnificent that I couldn't believe we'd run into any kind of trouble. I confidently volunteered to go on ahead and check things out, more for the fact that I was eager to see more of this lovely forest.

I walked on into the clearing and soon saw a small path in the distance between tall trees. The opening of the path looked man-made. It was perfectly arched with vines and branches and the walls of this path seemed "solid" with greenery. I went closer and saw that on the other side of the short path, the sunlight was brighter and the land was flat and wide open.

I walked closer. I saw small moving bits of color just beyond the opposite "doorway". I walked even closer, never making a sound. But then, as if my proximity alerted them, the small colors I saw started moving towards me. Finally, I could see that they were dolls. All sizes of old-looking dolls and all running towards me.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing; there were probably about twenty of these living dolls there. They kept running until they reached the edge of the entrance and couldn't go any further. They were looking at me while they leaned on an invisible wall in the archway. They were trapped! And there was something so sad about them. I got the distinct feeling that they weren't really dolls, but just containers for lost souls.

As I continued to watch helplessly, a black dog came trotting up from behind them. It made its way right past the dolls and came to me through the archway as if there was no barrier there at all. It didn't make sense.

The dog seemed friendly, so naturally I knelt down and let him sniff me and such. He started sniffing around my left ear and I cringed waiting for it to tickle, but instead of the innocent tickle, the dog roared in my ear in the most demonic tone, "I ASKED YOU MINE!!!" My eyes shot open and I totally froze. I woke up still unable to move.

One man assigned to our team had one job - getting us from place to place quickly, quietly, and safely. It was an old black man and his driving was amazing! I had been told that he could even drive over rooftops! We needed a fast getaway once and he was waiting for us all outside. We jumped into his "Taxi" and got to experience first-hand his driving abilities. We went up one side of a roof and down the other, then into a compartment on a crane which swung us around to a road and we continued. It was scary, but really cool at the same time.

One of our missions involved infiltrating a jewelry & cosmetics store. We did our job nearly perfectly, but when we were finally ready to leave this place, several employees had caught on that we weren't who we said we were. They found out too late and we made a clean escape.

Another mission was to act as employees of a factory that made baseball bats. We had to steal a certain kind of bat and several other various items and information. That was fairly easy I remember.

Our last mission involved going back to that jewelry & cosmetics store. We all thought it was a bad idea since everyone would surely remember us and we'd be caught instantly. Then we were told that various employees had been replaced with our own people so it shouldn't be as difficult even though there were still some employees left who would remember. We thought it was still a risk, but with our people on the inside, we expected we could keep it under control - it was just going to be a one-day thieving job. Why we didn't do this at night, I have no idea.

Our team made it inside and we quickly acknowledged who was "ours" and who wasn't. I do remember one black woman who was checking over some items on a shelf, who was on our side. But shortly after it all began, too many recognized us. I woke up as we were trying to get out.

Basically, he would choose a couple at random to come up on stage and then ask them questions about their sex lives. After they were totally embarrassed, they were given a randomly chosen sex toy and sent back into the audience. I watched three of these "shows" back-to-back. I suppose I couldn't find anything better to do.

After these three shows, Ru Paul came and sat at my table. There was just no other seats available. Nobody crowded around him for autographs, thankfully. He started asking me questions about my sex life, but I wasn't about to become his next victim even if it wasn't a public spectacle. I just told him that I had watched all three of the shows and I mentioned a few things that could be done to improve the show. First, he said that he couldn't believe I was able to sit through all that. Then, he said that he felt the same way about the shows and that it was the producer who had ruined the show. He then told me that I would be the perfect one to replace the current producer and tried to talk me into considering the job. Of course, I said no because I don't know anything about such things. He was still trying to talk me into it when I woke up.

It seems I was only asleep for another minute or so, but when I opened my eyes again, all the lights were on. I was confused and got out of bed. I noticed that I was in t-shirt and shorts. I looked in Braedon's room, since his light was on, to see if he was there. I didn't see him.

I don't know what clued me in, but at this point I knew I was dreaming and started thinking of things I could do.

I decided I wanted to hang out with Peter Steele. I excitedly headed for the front door. Too excitedly though - I didn't see until too late that Chris was playing a video game in the living room and as I passed by, he looked around and saw me. He had a look on his face that was saying, "Where the Hell are you going?" I ignored him and kept heading for the door. I thought since I was somewhat in control of the dream that I wouldn't have to worry about him "getting in the way".

Just as I made it to the door, I could see through the thin curtains that the porch was wood with cut angles at the corners and posts on either side. Before I opened the door, I redesigned my porch. I made it a bricked, semi-circular porch with steps all the way around - no posts. As soon as I had the door opened, it was exactly the way I imagined. Quite nice.

Next, I needed something cool to wear. I stopped in the middle of the porch and "dressed" myself in a skin-tight, low-cut red shirt with tight long sleeves and a black skirt that came just above my knees and black pantyhose and black high-heels. I'm not altogether sure, but I think I added long diamond earrings too.

I went down the steps, liking the click of the heels on the bricks, and walked along our walkway towards the road. Somehow the surroundings were very familiar and I knew exactly where I was going. This made me stop and turn around to look at "my" house. On this road, it was the first house on the left. It was like I'd seen it a hundred times, just that familiar.

I crossed the road and went left, walking along the right edge. I knew what I was looking for - an opening in the trees that led to a recreational area. There was a tennis court and a basketball court on this one end and a covered rest area with tables next to a small wood convenience store on the other end. I headed to the rest area, which local kids used as a hangout. There were a couple of people sitting on the tables talking and such. They looked up at me as I walked their way. They seemed familiar too, but I don't remember talking to them.

I had meant to be meeting Pete, but he wasn't there. So I wanted to bring him into the dream. I closed my eyes and pictured him in front of me. When I opened my eyes, Pete was just a two-foot tall plush doll. I tried to start with this and make him into Pete. I stretched him with my mind to try to get his height right. I overstretched him. He ended up about nine or ten feet tall and stretched thin. It was so grotesque that I had to turn away from my horrid creation. I then told myself that I since I couldn't make him right I would just find something else to do in my dream. I completely gave up on the idea of hanging out with Pete and started walking away.

I don't know what made me turn around, but when I did, Pete looked perfect! It looked exactly like him. I was stunned to say the least. He was wearing black jeans and a tight, dark olive-green t-shirt. He looked glad to see me and I ran and jumped into his arms and gave him the biggest hug. Then he was carrying me "piggy-back" fashion toward a table. Looking from over his head, I saw him walking in front of us! We made it to the tables and I was wondering who's back I was riding if I was looking at Pete in front of us. Confusing. I got down from -whomever's- back and the person disappeared.

Pete lit a cigarette and I realized I hadn't brought any so I quickly imagined a pack for myself on the table in front of me. The cigarettes and the box were dirty with black ashes all over them, but I ignored this and started smoking one anyway.

Suddenly Chris appeared (I'd lost primary control of the dream by this point). He had followed me because he was suspicious after the way I hurriedly left the house earlier. He was wearing black boots, black jeans, and his black leather jacket - typical Chris. I think he had his hair tied back too. He didn't say anything, just lit up a cigarette with us. I felt like I had been caught, but I only felt guilty for an instant. It was like having an ex-boyfriend catch you with your new boyfriend. And that was accurate enough because when I introduced them, I said, "Chris, this is Peter. Peter, this is Chris, my soon-to-be ex-husband. We're separating." Peter was polite and said hello and shook hands with him. I just stood to the side with my arms crossed and was sort of looking around because I was a little embarrassed at the situation and didn't know what to say.

From then on, I'm not sure if Chris stayed, but there was definitely a third person with us. We went inside the convenience store and got a few things. As we were trying to leave, we got lost and ended up somewhere in the back of the building where there was a bottled-water convention going on - some company was promoting their new water. I remember feeling like I had been to the same convention the previous year. We passed by some new promotional glasses and filtering machines they had on display.

By now, it was night and we still couldn't find the way out on our own so Pete said he would just ask the next person he saw. Finally, we saw a woman that apparently worked there and Pete asked directions. She gave us really complicated directions and after she left, I told them that I could find a faster way out. They said that they were going to try the woman's directions. Thinking I could beat them outside, I went my own way. And got lost again. I got to the front of the store but I couldn't get out the door. I asked an older man who was working the cash register how to get out and he told me how and I finally got out of the damned place. Pete and our friend were already waiting for me and they smiled at me in that "ha ha stupid female" sort of way and I just smiled back and said, "Yeah, yeah, so I was wrong."

Then it was day again. We were in front of the store and there was a large crowd of people standing around. I had no idea what the big event was. We stood around wondering what to do next and I decided to try to bring Jareth into the dream. I tried, and a large dark gray swirling cloud appeared right in front of us. It wasn't what I had meant to do. Several people in the crowd started looking at us and this swirling cloud. I lost concentration and woke up.

I don't know how I ended up meeting him, but he wanted to have a night of fun and said he would pick me up at my place later. So I got all "gothed-out" and waited for him to pick me up. Our night out is a blur, but I know we got drunk and partied and drove around all night. Lots of fun!

He left in his little travel pod with the ape the next morning.

It seems we had too much fun that night - the next thing I remember I was in Rehab with a lot of other girls. We couldn't drink or smoke, we had to eat at specified times of the day, and we had to go to classes just like in school.

I remember sitting at my desk with my history book open. I had various markers with me and I was tracing borders around all the pictures in the book. I had made it many pages ahead of our lesson when the teacher, who was quite a bitch, asked me a question from section "Y2" about some oppressed culture or something. She knew I hadn't been paying attention. I turned back to the page we were on and gave some sort of bullshit answer to get her off my back. She finally moved on in the lesson.

Three other girls giggled at me. Their desks were really close to mine, nearly touching, and one of the girls asked me if I wanted a shot of schnapps or something. I told her sure, but I went back to my tracing since I didn't believe she actually had any liquor with her here in the classroom.

Suddenly, she passed a full shot glass to the girl next to her, who then passed it to me! They helped cover for me to down the shot. I sent the shotglass back. Not even a minute later I got it back full again. I downed it too, but not as quickly as the first time because every time I tried to drain the glass, there was still a little left! Finally, I passed it back. I got it a third time full! It was crazy, yet so damned cool. This time I only made it as far as a little touching my lips because the bell rang to go. I quickly, but carefully, placed it in the metal compartment under the seat of my desk as far back as I could so it couldn't easily be seen.

Later, I casually walked back into the room acting like I had left a book or something in my desk. One of the counselors was sitting in the back of the room going over some papers. I made sure he wasn't looking when I retrieved my shot. I still believed he wasn't looking when I quickly drank it down. I put the shotglass in the trash because it was all I could do with it at that moment. I was as quiet about it as possible.

I started to leave the room, but the counselor was right behind me and it was my husband, Chris! (Of all people!) He said that if I really wanted some liquor, he would have let me have a little without having to sneak around. I, of course, denied having it in the first place. He said that he just happened to look up the second I drank it so there was no use in lying about it.

I was just about to confess everything to him when I woke up.

The dream opens with me watching two flowers, blue and lavender I believe. There are cartoon-ish smiling faces in the middle of the flowers and they are each giving off a wide beam of white glittery light that spreads sparkle all over the room.

I looked up and saw Jareth standing perfectly still at the top of some stairs with his hands on his hips. He stepped lively down and through a door to the side of the bottom of the stairs.

Three Japanese men in business suits appear walking towards me. They are speaking rapidly in raised whispers as if they are trying to convince one another of something very important. They disappear.

For a few seconds only, I see Captain Picard and Commander Riker dressed in their formal uniforms talking quietly to each other before entering an important meeting with aliens.

I had an apartment that looked like it was based on my old bedroom. David Bowie (looking much like his character of "Thomas" from The Man Who Fell To Earth) came to my place and I knew he was there even though I didn't hear a knock. I opened the door and he was sitting against a wall in the corridor outside. I went out to see about him. He looked so tired, but he refused to come inside. So I went and got a soft blanket and took it to him. He started to lay down right there and go to sleep. He was a pitiful sight and I just couldn't leave him there alone. I sat down and pulled him closer to me so he could have his head and shoulders in my lap. He did seem to be more comfortable that way.

I noticed that his hair was cut really short and he had some sort of head band on. It was made of string and slender wood cylinders threaded through end-to-end.

Later that night, he was still in the same place. I was hearing a song from outside my door so I went to check what it was. David had a tape player with him and was playing a song of his about a monkey. I got the impression that he had meant to wake me up by playing this song. As I went to turn it off, two neighbors had opened their door to see what the noise was. I told them not to worry and I picked David up and carried him into my apartment and put him on a bed on the floor. We listened to the beginning of "Station to Station" and watched the video to "Breaking Glass". There was no music in the video - just the singing. He tried to sing along with himself from the video, but he couldn't get the words right. I distracted him by showing him my Sound + Vision set.

He never spoke to me at all. Something seemed very wrong with him. Even the simplest things around him fascinated him like it was so alien to him. I took his hands and it was like touching a mannequin with flesh. They were so cool...not cold, but really cool. I put each hand to each of my cheeks. He watched me do this with a look of such innocent wonder in his face.

Then I had a sort of flashback that partially explained the situation. I saw in my mind that before he came to me, he was Jareth. Somehow, his power, his castle, everything had been destroyed. He had suffered utter defeat.

I had another flashback of myself with an away team from the Enterprise investigating the ruins of his castle. When they finished, they started to head back to the shuttle we arrived in. I told them I would be there in a minute and I stayed near the castle. When they were out of sight, I used my power to restore the castle to its former glory, then I put a shield around it so no-one could disturb it. Then I left with the away team.

Suddenly, I was sitting in a quiet classroom full of students. While I sat, I checked for fangs - I was eager for the first signs of vampirism to be evident. I could feel nothing. I asked the others in the room if they had their fangs yet. Several put a finger to their lips for me to be quiet, yet still showed me that they did indeed have fangs.

I wondered why I didn't have my fangs yet. It troubled me...until I remembered that I was wearing false teeth! I remembered that I had found a couple of cavities and gotten false teeth a long time ago and had then forgotten that they were even there. I removed them to check how my real teeth were - they had been fine except for those couple of cavities. There was almost nothing left of my real teeth! I was spitting out pieces that had rotted off from being neglected under the false teeth.

I went home immediately and went to the bathroom and I had all sorts of denture cleaners and other common denture-related items. I had it all really...everything one could possibly need to take care of their false teeth. Yet I didn't even know how to use any of them.

I was so discombobulated that I had totally forgotten about any dark gifts. I sure didn't feel very vampy. Thankfully, I woke up.

One of the accessories was a small child that you could turn on during the game. (What place a child could have in a game like this, I had no idea.) Once activated within the game, it came as alive as any normal child. You couldn't tell the difference. When deactivated, it, well, "died" until the next time you turned it on.

After one game session, I noticed how much this seemingly artificial child looked like my own son, Braedon. He looked too much like him. I left him on as we left the holodeck and took him home with me. It was very nearly a perfect match for Braedon.

After I further inspected this child, I realized it was human - it had flesh, blood, heart, feelings. I thought it could only function within the game. In fact, he did act a bit uncomfortable being away from the holodeck. The only thing I could think to do was turn him off. In the holodeck, turning him off put him in a type of suspended animation, only without the freezing. I was afraid he would actually die turning him off right there and then, but there was no way to know what would happen unless I tried it.

I decided to turn him off. He nearly collapsed at first, but his balance came back to him. His heart slowed as did his breathing, he rubbed his eyes like he was pitifully exhausted. Something else had changed as well. I saw it in his face. He looked retarded, or at least like half his facial muscles didn't work. He couldn't focus on me and he was very unresponsive. It was like the sparkle of life had left him. When once he was an energetic, happy little boy, he was now a listless shell unable to concentrate, barely able to stand.

It was then I discovered that nearly half his brain had been replaced with parts made for interacting within the games. Turning off the implants had severely impaired him. This was a human child who had been altered for sale as a game assessory! I felt so sad for him - it was worse because of the fact that he looked so like Braedon. I wondered how anyone could do this to a living being, especially a child who couldn't speak up for himself. It seemed terribly cruel and heartless.

The real Braedon was awake so I put this other child in his crib to get some sleep. I thought perhaps if his artificial components were never activated again, his own brain may begin to take over natural functions again and he may grow to be normal. I planned to raise him with Braedon. I cried while I watched him sleep. I was afraid to leave him. I wanted to be there in case he stopped breathing. Then, I could at least turn him on until his life signs became regular again.

I saw a black dog whose eyes flashed silver when his head was turned the right way. This dog appeared to be holding a chain-whip. I watched it until it's head turned in my direction and it locked eyes with me. That's when I finally decided it was time to run.

At first, I didn't know if it was chasing me or not. Either way, I wanted to put some distance between us. Suddenly, I felt something hard wrap around my torso - the chain-whip. I fell to the ground, but immediately got up trying to unwrap myself and run at the same time. I struggled with it, but it was useless, I couldn't move it.

I gave up the struggle the instant I felt a strong grip on the whip where it met my back and another around my neck. I let this being walk me out of the field. Soon I could see a covered wagon and we were headed straight towards it.

The inside looked like a merchant's shop. There were colorful vases and scarves and jewelry on every wall. A very old man stood up excitedly and began to inspect me. This was the King of England! He turned my face in all directions to get a good view of all angles and kept babbling about my flawless complexion and the elasticity of my skin. I was able to get a glimpse of the man (or whatever he was) who captured me, and from the negotiations I was hearing, I gathered that he was a bounty hunter. A very handsome bounty hunter at that.

After a price was agreed upon, the King turned to me and said, "It is a lovely mask you wear." I had no idea what he was talking about. Angrily, I shot back, "I'm not wearing a mask!" The bounty hunter jerked me hard to the side and told me I wasn't to speak. Then he told the King he would take me out back with the other one. We exited through a door at the opposite end of this covered wagon and went down the few steps to the ground...which, oddly enough, was a modern-day parking lot.

There was another prisoner there, a guy with very dark, curly hair. Suddenly, he made a run for it and the bounty hunter immediately gave chase. There was nothing stopping me from trying to get away. I broke into a run in the opposite direction than they went.

I could have kept running. Instead, I hid behind a couple of A/C units next to a large warehouse and waited to see if they came back. I saw the hunter return with his prisoner; I knew it wouldn't take much for him to catch him again.

While I watched them, I realized that I didn't want to get away. Actually, I very much wanted to stop hiding and give myself up to this handsome creature. Before I could finally decide what to do, he saw me and instantly raised a gun and fired at me.

A black spider hit a part of raised metal close to my head and bounced off. I froze and stared at it. He had shot this spider at me! It appeared dead from the impact, all its legs were curled close to its body. I was still frozen in place and couldn't look away from it. One of its legs began to stretch out, then the others. I couldn't believe it was still alive! I was sure it would be able to attack me within a minute so I was about to make another run for it, but it was too late. The bounty hunter was right next to me! I never even heard him. He took hold of me and let his spider climb back into the barrel of his gun. Then he walked me back to the parking lot.

We left the bar alone together and something caught our attention inside an abandoned building so we went inside to investigate. Dean and I discovered a time machine in this abandoned office supply building. He was against going near it, but my adventurous spirit wouldn’t let me leave it alone. I had to use it. I wanted Dean to come with me, but he didn’t like the idea of time travel and tried to talk me out of it. As dreams go, with objects suddenly too conveniently available to you, I found some kind of school photo album from 1980 that belonged to Dean. I grabbed it and pushed it through a slot in the time machine. This seemed to have programmed the time machine to allow passage into 1980 and since the book belonged to Dean, this machine made sure the younger Dean from that time would be where we emerged.

We entered the time machine. We saw this un-used office supply building suddenly come alive with activity and I instantly saw Dean, this younger Dean, browsing an isle. The biggest smile grew on my face and I stepped on through into the past, heading straight for this 1980 version of Dean that the inserted album had “programmed” to be there.

Dean was shocked and didn’t want me to catch up with his younger self. I could tell that he felt that I was violating him somehow, but I didn’t care. I ran to the "1980-Dean" and stopped just before I reached him and spun around and held a hand up to stop "2002-Dean" in his tracks.

“He’s mine! I brought him here! So you just hold it right there,” I yelled.

Then both Deans saw each other and young Dean ran from us. I chased him as Dean tried to stop me. In our ruckus, we were knocking over shelves and various displays in the store. Finally, store security caught up with all of us and made us all leave. After we got outside, Dean didn’t let me catch up with his younger self. I got the strong impression that it was more out of jealousy than wanting to keep me from possibly changing the future. He wanted me with him, not with his younger counterpart.

I was angry that young Dean had gotten away from me after I was so excited to be meeting Dean 22 years younger. So, I ran away from Dean even though I knew that with us being "intruders" in this time, it was dangerous for us to get separated.

As dreams go, where situations can form in an instant, it was suddenly night and I had made friends with some people my age and I was at their house and we were all lounged out and I was drinking and talking about how Dean had pissed me off by spoiling my fun – though the younger version really wasn’t near as attractive as the Dean I knew.

After I was finished running my mouth to these people I barely knew, we all heard a crash outside and sounds of a scuffle. We ran outside and one of the guys at the house had caught Dean looking in the window at us. They had wrestled to the ground by the time the other girls and I had all gotten out the door. I told the guy it was Dean and that it was ok. So, he reluctantly got up and everyone went back inside. I was left alone with Dean. I noticed that Dean was wearing a tight, white t-shirt with the ends of the short sleeves rolled up a little, it created a rather macho look. Quite sexy actually.

We were both lying on the ground. I was very touched that he had gone through the trouble of tracking me down – though, in the dream, somehow we were able to naturally track each other, like we were telepathically connected on some level. He said it was best that we stick together because he didn’t want to take the chance of causing twice the trouble by acting separately. But there was something in his voice, something I liked very much. Even the silence was speaking volumes, as they say. I couldn’t resist running my fingers through his hair, touching his neck, his back. I softly blew in his ear and ran my tongue along the edges. He closed his eyes and was allowing the sensations to flow through him. It pleased me to be able to give him so much pleasure.

I wanted us to do so much more, but for some reason, we had to get on the move. At this point, it was as if we were being chased. I don’t remember any certain person or persons chasing us, but still, the next part of the dream was us trying to get away from someone. We were running through alleys and going through buildings, anything to shake off whoever was chasing us.

We entered one apartment building and we couldn’t easily find our way out. Some people in the building looked at us like we were crazy, but they didn’t interfere. We found a cabinet that opened at opposite ends. We had no idea where the opposite end led, but it seemed the best way to try to get out of the building. I crawled inside first and made it to the other end of the cabinet space and I opened the door. The door was a window and it opened to the outside; however, we were somehow on the second floor! I studied the distance and it looked like I could safely land it. Dean crawled up beside me to look and I asked him if thought he could safely land the fall. He said he knew he wouldn’t make it without injuring himself – probably to the point that he couldn’t keep on running, or walking for that matter. So this exit wasn’t an option.

We backtracked and somehow ended up in an apartment where a little party was going on. No one minded that we had dropped in. So we kept to the side of everyone and tried to think of another way out without being discovered, which was hard to do because other people there wanted to socialize with us and we wanted to blend in as much as possible so we tried to be social in return. At one point, I lost track of Dean, but just as I started to search for him, I saw him come out of a room. He had just changed shirts. Instead of the white t-shirt, he was now wearing a dark midnight blue t-shirt and he had rolled the ends of the sleeves in the same manner as he had the white t-shirt. He looked really good. I just had to stop and look him up and down for a minute.

Finally, we got one of the people to show us a secret way out of the apartments. We were shown a door that led to a metal staircase to the ground. The staircase didn’t look very sturdy. Definitely couldn’t be considered much of a fire escape. It wasn’t even attached to the building, but it was the only way out. I got on it first to test how strong this flimsy staircase was. There was a man and woman drinking champaign next to the door that led to the staircase and I asked the man to hold the staircase to help steady it. The woman said the man was too drunk so she reached out to hold onto it. It didn’t help much. I found out only half of it was actually stairs, the other half was a narrow ladder.

Before I was fully down the ladder, Dean stepped onto the first stair and the whole thing started to bend. Luckily, it bent so slowly that I was able to get off and Dean was gently lowered to the ground. Very lucky.

The dream skips a little now, but it was understood that Dean had to make a purchase of some kind. Bubble gum, a drink, who knows? He went inside a convenience store and I waited outside hoping the cashier wouldn't notice the date on the money. At first, no one had noticed, but as he was leaving, he heard someone call for security because he had used ‘conterfeit’ money. He ran out and told me what happened and we ran for the park. Surprisingly, it didn’t take much to elude everyone.

When we got to the park, I was finally able to stop and enjoy everything, take everything in. I was like a little kid again playing outside. The weather was perfect! The sky was overcast, there was a cool wind blowing, and all the colors of the park looked so bold. I couldn’t help but playfully yell and even squeal excitedly as I ran and skipped through the park. Dean was behind me just walking, paranoid that I was going to attract unwanted attention from someone. No matter what I said, I couldn’t get him to loosen up and enjoy the moment.

Then, finally, my brain kicked in. I stopped and tried to think of things that were going on in the world at this time. I realized I didn’t know what month or day it was. I started thinking of anything I might be able to warn people of before we left for our own time again.

The thought also crossed my mind that we may be needing a car. I headed for a nearby parking lot and picked a simple-looking gray car with a sunroof to steal. I had the sunroof off and was just looking for the best angle to reach inside to unlock the doors when I looked up at Dean. He wasn’t watching what I was doing; he was looking across the street at something.

“What are you looking at?” I asked.

“You see that red Ferrari that just turned right there?”

“No.”

“Well, one did and I think it’s headed for this parking lot...I have an idea.”

“What’s the plan?”

I was just starting to wake up at this point so I didn’t clearly hear what he was saying. I asked him again what his plan was and then I woke up. I wish I had been able to stay asleep because it seemed that the dream was about to take another fun, adventurous turn. I hate I missed it.

After our little introductory meeting, we were allowed to explore a little. I found an interesting looking room and walked inside. I didn't see him until I was well inside the room, but Chuck Norris was in there! He told me he was a powerful demon whom the living could hire to do evil to an enemy. After hearing this, I left as quickly as I could.

Soon afterwards, I found an escalator going down and I was curious about where it led. So I took it all the way down... into Hell.

Hell's weather was sunny and fair. The escalator had stopped on a yacht and there were people in fold out chairs getting some sun, having drinks, watching the water - which was stunningly beautiful! But there was something else about the place. Suddenly it hit me. It was an epiphany! And I finally knew and understood what exactly Hell was.

Hell was a place where you could finally have peace and quiet to think. That was the whole purpose of the place. To think. The "Hell" of it was that whatever you finally realized, whatever you finally remembered that was important in life, or whatever problems you finally solved, you couldn't do anything about it because you were in Hell. It was too late. It was too late if you remembered something important you forgot to do in your life. If creative thinking led you to a brilliant idea, it was simply too late. Why be able to think so clearly in a place where thought doesn't matter at all? That was the ultimate torture of it: Everything so clear finally in this peaceful quiet where thoughts could flourish like they never could during life, but always too late. And there was a feeling of sadness and frustration that seemed to be present in the air itself, like an aroma.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that I wasn't suppose to have wandered there, so I left. I made it back to purgatory in time to get in line with everyone else to have our sins and good deeds assessed. I do remember there was girl in the line named "Cole Slaw".

There were about seven "operators", each with a desk and computer and papers and such, and as soon as there was one available, one of us would take our turn.

Finally, there was an operator free to go over my "case". She called up my files on her computer and said there were only two sins that counted on my record. But she was able to relieve me of one of them due to some technicality. She didn't even bother to tell me what sin it was, but she acted like it was something that shouldn't have been there anyway. So I was down to one.

My sin was that I stole a board game that cost $69.99. It was a game based on some horror movie that I'd never even seen. I couldn't believe I was going to be sent to Hell for stealing a board game! My mind was racing. What could I do? I couldn't promise to return it or pay for it - I was dead! I started to apologize for stealing it, but stopped myself realizing the stupidity of such a thing. It wasn't she I needed to make reparations to. So, I just sat there in a silent panic until she told me that if I could answer one question about the game, I could go to Heaven. For a split second, I thought that sounded like an excellent deal. Then I remembered that I'd never even played the game after I'd stolen it! The question was, "What are the bad guys known as in this board game?" I was given a piece of paper with multiple choice answers - about ten to choose from! I thought I was going to Hell for sure. But then she said I could watch the movie that the game was based on then answer the question. So I went to a different desk and watched the movie until I heard the name of the bad guys. It was a long name, several words. It was "Gothic something somethings". I don't remember now. But I answered the question correctly and was given a passport to enter Heaven. I left the offices, but before I got to Heaven, I woke up.

I remember Nick being worried about me - perhaps my new "vampire powers" weren't setting right with me. But later I told Nick that we just had to go back to the scene and check again. We got there just in time to see a fire start and we saved an old woman from it. So I guess my dark gift was seeing the future.

Then there was a quick part that seemed out of place in the dreams where animals that looked like cats, made several groups of four and they were acting out a story as I read it to them.

Later, Nick and I were on top of a building in Toronto and saw something streak through the night sky. It looked like a rocket, but it was Superman! Actually, it was my Uncle Jesse, but he said that his wish since childhood was to be Superman and that his wish had finally been granted. so he was now Superman.

After that encounter, I started noticing weird things going on around me. Everything felt evil. I saw that it was very cloudy and windy outside, the strangest atmosphere. I went outside to investigate. The wind was hitting me from opposite directions, with each gust changing twice per second! I felt like I was in a washing machine with air instead of water! I was still able to stand because the pressure from each gust, coming from either side of me, was equal and keeping me standing.

When the wind ceased, I looked into a water bowl (like a dog dish) and there was a water-hand forming from the center of the bowl. Like an idiot, I had to touch it. I grabbed the water-hand and it grabbed back! It was trying to pull me down into the water bowl with it! I almost didn't get away. It had an amazing grip for being made out of water! I awoke the moment I was able to get free.

I believe I discovered how she came in contact with it. I found a strange liquid on a couple of the buttons on her favorite tape player. I realized that someone must have put it there knowing she would touch them. It seemed clear that she was murdered.

It was Grandma, her mother, who arranged her funeral and the viewing was going to be that night. Everyone was talking about how it was a shame that she had outlived her daughter. Braedon was there too and appeared the same age as he is now.

Grandma had scribbled the day the funeral was going to be on the back of some card for me. She wrote "15th Mon." and it looked just like her handwriting. (Strange that there was actually a Monday, the 15th that April.)

In a sort of basement, deep underground, I had a futuristic high-tech lab. Just before I could try my experiment on him, he overpowered me and had to be restrained by some people who worked for me in my lab. And since he was so uncontrollable I decided to "delete" him while the other prisoners watched. (I guess I'm just on this computer too often since I didn't use the word "kill" in my dream.)

He was teleported into restraints in what looked similar to an electric chair and he said, "You can't just delete me!" Then I flipped a switch and he vanished.

{Second dream began here.}

My Grandmother, a friend of hers with her kids and I were going on a vacation. The woman didn't have anyone to watch her baby while we were gone, so my Grandmother was going to take the baby to someone who would babysit. Everyone trusted her to do this.

We all went on our vacation thinking that the baby was safe with someone. But, my Grandmother was forgetful at this age and she had accidentally left the baby in a tote bag in an empty filing cabinet drawer in some office. There was no safe place to put him at the moment and she just put him there for a few minutes so she could contact the person she knew would babysit.

The baby was forgotten and died there. It wasn't until after we all got back from vacation that the mother asked where the baby was staying and my Grandmother had to admit that the last place she remembered putting the baby was in that filing cabinet, but she was sure that he had gotten to the babysitter and that she had just forgotten the babysitter did pick him up. No one was worried for the moment, but the more they talked, the more they realized that he had been forgotten. All they could do was hope that someone had heard him crying and took him to the police at least. But we discovered that the baby's funeral had taken place earlier that same day and no one had been able to contact us. The woman's husband was with family after the funeral and drinking rather heavily. I couldn't believe that we saw no sign of cops since we had returned.

No one had wanted to go to this office and clean up the tote bag and filing cabinet, so I quietly made my way there and started cleaning it up. It smelled like death, I knew the mother couldn't have handled having to see and smell where the baby had died. I had to let the room air out. Then I thought, "Oh my God, this woman and my Grandmother may both go to jail over this!" That's when the FBI showed up and started investigating.

It was daytime and I was here at my house with a lot of other people. It wasn't a party atmosphere, just friends hanging out - about five people per room. There was a girl sitting at my computer who sent someone to come get me. She had a strange message come up on the screen with an alarm sounding and she didn't know what it meant. As I walked into the room, she said she thought the message was the ICW breaking in with a phone call from Germany. I had the most puzzled look on my face as I stood behind her to read the message. The only words I remember reading are "Take cover. Germany bombing." Before I had time to think about it, the bombing started. There were extremely low-flying German planes bombing us right here on my street. We all just stayed low and watched until it was over. There was nothing else we could do. The bombs didn't have much of an impact anyway. Each one only made a crater about a meter wide and a foot deep. The smoke left behind was thick, however.

After a few minutes of silence, we looked out the window again to see if it was all over. I saw a father and son playing catch and a kid riding a bicycle. I took these as signs that it was ok to come out finally.

Chris and I went outside to assess the damage. Everything was white. My first thought was that it was snowing, but I immediately realized that it wasn't cold at all. I went to a tree branch and ran my finger along some of this white substance that had collected there and tasted it. It was salty. Even though it seemed odd, I figured it was salt. (It never occurred to me in the dream that it was ashes.)

I stood there in disbelief at how and why this would be happening here, on my street, or in the U.S. at all. My strongest feeling within the dream was that I, and my family, could have died that day and I had no clue as to the reason why. Why did we citizens, who knew nothing of Germany's political relations with us, have to die like this? It wasn't fair.

{There was another dream after this one. Totally unrelated.}

I was interviewing David Bowie about the songwriting and ideas behind Diamond Dogs. I asked him how he came up with the line, "This ain't rock 'n' roll! This is genocide!" Then I woke up.

Pete overheard me talking to one of my friends, Hope, about the whole situation. I was telling Hope that I really liked Pete, but I wasn't sure I'd ever get his attention and since Bob liked me already, maybe I'd date him instead, or at least first. But all Peter heard me say was that I wanted to date Bob. No one knew, but Pete really liked me too and had wanted to ask me out for a long time. He just never got up the nerve to ask.

Well, while I was still talking to Hope, I figured out for myself that I just couldn't date Bob when I truly wanted Pete. So I finally decided to just go up to Pete, start a conversation, and see what would happen. As I was walking towards him, Bob stepped right in front of me and said that he had to run an errand for a teacher and he wanted me to come along just to have my company. I went with Bob. I shouldn't have, but he was so insistent in that excited "I really like you" kind of way, so I gave in. Pete saw me leave the room with him, he drew his own conclusions.

Later, during a break between classes, Hope and I saw Peter. He was by himself and didn't appear to be in a good mood. Hope and I had a stereo and our lunch with us so we picked a spot near Pete - not too close, not too far away - and started playing Rob Zombie's Hellbilly Deluxe CD while we ate. Nearly the whole time he acted like he didn't notice us. Finally, he spoke to us. He told us that we played this CD entirely too often and we should listen to more shit than Rob Zombie. So, we were finally getting a chance to speak to each other...I thought. I tried to warm up to him, but he gave both of us the cold shoulder and walked away. I had no idea what was going through his mind. I just watched him walk away.

Years passed and Peter and I met up again. I had gotten married and had a son (around 4 yrs old in this dream) with Bob, but we had since divorced. Bob had been totally wrong for me. Pete had been living with a woman for a long time, but he had lost what little interest he had in her and he was just with her because he couldn't find a good enough reason to leave.

I saw him looking at my son and I made some comment about how thin he was. Then I gave a little laugh and said, "He'd be ten pounds heavier if he was of your stock." I only meant it jokingly, but it really hit him hard. He started crying and telling me over and over that he only turned away from me years ago because he believed I was in love with Bob. He said the woman he'd been with for so long was only a replacement for me. I could barely move or think. How different life could have been! All I could think to say was that he should have told me how he truly felt from the beginning. We were quiet then and I just held him while he cried.

It had a very Satanic theme, with the black, white, and red form of "Asrael" the Devil, the Evil One. It seems that as long as no one was running this diaryring, Asrael had no power. When I took it over, terrible things started happening to the people of Diaryland. And I was becoming rather evil myself.

A cop came to me and told me why this diaryring had been abandoned and what had happened the last time it was "activated". He told me there were rumors that this diaryring I had claimed was really just an "outpost" of Asrael's and that the true Sanctuary was beneath the mall, where no one had dared go for a long time.

I had to see this place for myself. I went far underground beneath the mall and found Asrael's Sanctuary, where the true evil emanated from. I remember the feeling of the pure evil of the place. It was a strange feeling to have in a dream. There was filth everywhere, and I mean filth! I hated even to be breathing down there. There were black splotches of rotten guts all over the walls and toilets full to the top with shit and other putrid substances. Quite disgusting.

I didn't know it, but the cop had followed me down there thinking I would probably run into trouble. Before I knew what was going on, I was watching a toilet eat him! I seem to remember him going limp when his top half was sucked down. This must have frightened me awake because that's where it ended.

The Rush-to-Rush was an alert an astronaut gave directly to the people of Earth when there was a possible meteor collision. He was like the meteor patrol. His training involved how to calmly relay to people that they could die or have their world drastically changed. Somehow, the response of the masses was linked with how they were told - as if it involved a telepathic suggestion of staying calm. If Mel gave his live report with the wrong mindset, there could be mass suicides and uncontrollable crime. It had happened before. You see, Mel was training to replace the last 'meteor patrolman' who caused such havoc: Simon Templeman.

Simon had always been good at his job. He was well-respected for being able to soothe the people in his Rush-to-Rushes like nobody else had before. He just had the voice and heart for it. One day, for no apparent reason, he sent out a Rush-to-Rush that just repeated "Collision imminent. Take cover." It came on everyone's tv screens as text only (instead of him speaking live from his station), yet the mental suggestion Simon sent out with the message left the people scrambling like mad - out of their senses. Everything went chaotic. It was disaster. He was retrieved from orbit and arrested.

I don't remember if it was before or after his sentencing, but he escaped. At this point, it seemed I was a teenager living in a house with a lot of other girls with one lady (who looked like a young-ish Anna Massey) taking care of us all. We called her "Grandmother" mostly, but her name was Faye. She devoted her life to taking care of runaways and such. She had the kindest heart in the world. And with this kind lady, in this place of runaways, Simon found the perfect hideout.

Faye had been single for as long as we all could remember, so maybe for that reason, it was so easy for Simon to sweep her off her feet. She truly believed he had fallen in love with her. And he was so nice and understanding of all of us 'kids'. We all looked up to him. Well, all of us except me. There was just something not quite right about him. He was too handsome, too charming, and I just couldn't trust him.

There came a time that we didn't see Simon and I thought he had left us. Then, one day, three armed men came and demanded that Faye turn Simon over to them. They threatened her with guns. She swore she had no idea where he was. I was there and I faced these men with her and told them that he had indeed left and hadn't been seen. Finally, these men left. I thought it was all over, finally.

One night, something told me to follow Faye - she said she had to leave for a few days then come back. It sounded too suspicious to me. I found out that she was going to meet with Simon and they were planning to move to England without telling anyone. She knew all about him, but turning him in was the last thing on her mind. I confronted both of them. By this point, I knew all about him too.

Suddenly, we were in a kitchen and I was pouring coffee for us all when he told me I had a choice. Either stay behind and probably be killed by these men who were looking for him - since they would believe that I had been helping to hide him - or go with them to England to start of new life — not a new life with them, just go there and start from nothing. I was very tempted to leave with them.

I went to talk to one of the other girls about it. She thought it was best, too, and I went to start packing. When it was time to go, I discovered that they never intended to bring me along. They had already been gone for hours. I was left standing in an empty house.

Then a couple of men (not the ones from before) broke in and saw me. They just looked around and asked me about Simon. These were apparently cops or detectives and had nothing to do with those "Mafia-types" that I had seen before. They took me to another shelter (the one I had been in now appeared abandoned) and continued their search for Simon and Faye from the information I gave them.

We were just finishing our meal when we realized some people at the table next to ours were complaining of slow service. The headwaiter told them that all the dishes were dirty and they would have to wait for enough to be washed. Well, this explanation just wouldn't do. These people just became more irritated.

My friends and I tried our best to ignore all this, but we just couldn't. We were too close to them. We quickly finished up and got up to leave. We passed through one dining room into another where I remember seeing waiters scrambling to collect any dishes people were finished with so that they could be washed immediately. Several waiters nearly knocked us over as we tried to make our way through. It was like all they were focused on were any used dishes, like they didn't even see us. I remember seeing Leonard Nimoy helping wash the dishes and at the same time, trying to organize everyone's efforts. It seemed to me that he was the one in charge of the restaurant.

Suddenly everything went crazy. Fights were breaking out. Dishes were breaking everywhere. My group had almost gotten to the exit at this point, but we had to fight our way to it through all the hysteria. We all got separated. There was no way to tell where they were. I had made it out the door finally and my sister (whom I despise with all my being in real life, yet she still ends up in a few dreams) was there with a busted, bleeding lip. She told me that William Shatner had punched her by mistake thinking that she was one of the people he had been fighting with.

I went to find him, working my way back to the door against the rush of people trying to get the hell out. When I finally made it to the door, most of the people had cleared out. I opened the door to go in at the same time that Mr. Shatner was opening the door to leave. His head was turned back toward a crowd of people that had been fighting and he was yelling something at them. When he realized I was there he stopped in his tracks.

He was wearing a light tan trench coat and a dark green beret. I can't remember if I said anything to him or not, but I had him pinned to the wall in an instant and I was punching him in the face. It didn't really have much effect. My punches were slow and light even though I was trying my best to hit him as hard as I could. When I finally accepted this, I just shook him by the collar as hard as I could and threw him to the side. As I watched him walk away, he suddenly appeared as young as the Captain Kirk from the Star Trek TV series. He soon disappeared into a crowd that was waiting for a train.