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Thursday, December 17, 2009

Jaded in Jacksonville 17

Sunday, November 1, 2009

alien abduction

My husband stayed asleep on the bed and I knew my daughter was somewhere nearby. Even though we were in our house, we were also in some building underwater. I could breath, and I could feel the weight of the water. And "they" were coming. So I hid under an ornate Roman table from them and hoped they could not see me. They came in through my bedroom window: red with large black eyes. One came at me. And hatred filled me. I grabbed it by the throat. One moment I had been hiding in hopes not to be seen, the 2nd I had been hiding for an ambush. I had the little creature by it's throat and I was trying to kill it. It's eyes reminded me of Reticulans. I told it that it was going to die. Immediately it folded inside of itself and then outward like some strange organ or flower. It became a strange organ resembling a giant bottom lip with two suckers on it. The suckers looked like blood platelets. I knew that if those suckers got on me it would suck me away and carry me away, so I dropped the creature. All around me the chupacabras had turned into these strange sucker things. But if they would suck out my soul or take my physical body I'm not clear on.

Friday, September 11, 2009


The old wive's tale is if you dream of a wedding, there will be a funeral. If you dream of death there will be a wedding. For me I dreamed of my grandmother having a fancy wedding and ascending a curved set of stairs when she went to get married. She died shortly after that. Last night I dreamed that my father announced he was dying. I was grief stricken and traveled a long way to see him. A wedding invitation arrived in the mail today.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Jaded in Jacksonville 16

Well, my camera was stolen but I still have things on my hard drive to process and get out.

This is where I took an old rant from last February and cut it up. It's complete with caustic comments, angsty stances regarding getting people fired from the Council on High, news updates involving recent visions, a speech from John F. Kennedy, and macro scenes from my front yard. I was pretty mad at a lot of UFO type people that week due to stumbling across some bigoted jerks, so I was just kind of shooting off at the mouth. This is actually only part of the rant footage. I still have more to work on here to get off my hard drive.

I try to use only work and music I find from open source avenues - so if it was marked as open source, I pretty much thought it was alright. As a result, all of my Jaded in Jax files are open to use under the fair rights act as well as for your own derivative works. Not that anything I do is good enough for that.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

dream, MILAB

In the first half of my night, I went to what I can only call the "UFO airport". I remember the lines, the passport lane, the people who were coming and going; the overall "department of driver license" feel of the place. I even remember the speckled brown tiles. But I can't remember why I was there. It was something about a final decision and a conference; something I had to go in person for. But the thing I've been pushing for: people coming all the way, the revealing of aliens amongst us, the total lucidity, the entire page, had finally been approved. The meeting was over. I was standing in line waiting to come to the woman who was handling ID's and such not, waiting to go home. There was a guy standing behind me. He was much taller than I am. The feeling of having such and individual beside me made me feel small, like a 4 foot tall person. He had very dark hair and wore a business suit. He held a soft briefcase over one shoulder casually. Somehow the final decision was brought up in discussion. It's like everyone was talking about it... and how it would reveal the presence of so many non-Earth types below. I said to the guy, "Well you know... we're everywhere." And I smiled, because he had been taking me as a total Earther the entire time and I knew it. He jerked back, startled, and I got a thrill of danger. I'm not sure why I got such a thrill. I just did. For some reason this causes enough concern that I had to go to this dark office where a higher-up official sat. The desk was huge, the office was huge, the windows overlooked the land in a huge way. I can't remember if I was taken away or simply went because that's where I was going in the first place. He expressed concern over what the change was going to mean; that the Earth countries and governments were going to lose their sovereignty in lieu of a space power. I said to him, "We (meaning, we as the sentients who live on the planet) will always be in control of someone. If you're worried about corruption or abuse of power, then look at who is running the show now. It doesn't matter in the end to us who is running things because essentially things will not change." As I said this I was thinking about how the stars would be open to use finally, and I realized that this would actually give us a greater avenue of freedom.... ... because it will be harder to track and ID us in such a wide space. I said something about that, too, but I wasn't clear on purpose. I didn't want him to know what I was thinking. And from here I know it was a real dream, but... one of those message dreams I get from time to time. In the beginning I found a Jesus phamplet. The prison camps that the conspiracy experts have been worried about in the past several years were finally opened... and the people they rounded up were different people like me: past-lifers, mostly. I don't know if there were other types or not. I was rounded up as the "Sephiroth archetype" - and I don't mean that this is what they called me. It was my personal term for what they called me. I do not know what they called me. I can't remember much of it. I mostly have fragments of memory of when the prison guards teased me, telling me how many others in that holding remembered the crimes I had committed so long ago and how they *still* held grudges against me. We each of us had an assigned psychiatrist type individual. I don't know if he really was a shrink, mind you. That's the type of role he played. I went to an appointment with mine - also a dark man in an office but this time the office was small - and he had on his desk a 3" black ring binder so full of sheets it could hardly be opened and read. This was my file; the information on my past lives and all the things I had done in this one. Things that were speculated about me. The works. I knew this. I also knew as he talked to me and handled the file that there was one for everyone in the compound and for others still on the outside. I also knew that when they were done with me, they would gas me. I had no fear of this. Another time I was outside in the little barren courtyard we were allowed to go out in once in a while. This is where I stepped outside to watch who it was I was playing. Or who was playing me - that part has never been very clear. He was a man in his thirties with long white hair. He wore a Chinese type white outfit: the prison uniform y'know. He had found Jesus because of that pamphlet and his predicament... and he was slightly off his rocker I suspect. He would collect the silver foil-type gum and candy wrappers, write proverbs and bits of the Bible on them with an old felt-tip pen, and then lick them. He called them the "licked papers" - and there was a pun to this I remember thinking that alluded to the trials and tribulations of Jesus but I can't remember it now. There was another person in the courtyard with him; a younger man. "Sephiroth" was licking his papers and writing. He handed a written one and a blank one to the guy and said, "You like licking papers, so you can lick them too." While this was happening I was confused. I asked myself what the hell was going on - why was he so calm when he was supposed to be the personification of the old me? Had his faith really helped him that much and why didn't that make sense?? I couldn't understand the meaning of the papers and overall... I was confused. After that he was taken to the psychiatrist again. They did something to trigger out the old persona and he changed: red eyes, crazy face... for some reason it reminded me of Shesshomouru from Inuyasha. With that enforced change where he became a little dangerous, they took him by the arms and he CALMLY ALLOWED them to take him to the gas chambers. I merged with him again. Down in the gas chamber there were two other men strapped to examination tables. They glared at me, and the prison guard gloatingly told me that these two guys in particular wanted to see me dead and had arranged this. As with other execution rooms in real life, there were the windows for people to watch. But I could see through them... and the rooms were filled with all of my inmates. But I didn't die. They walked me straight through to a room in the back, where I had a conversation with someone... but I cant' remember about what.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Jaded in Jacksonville 15

There isn't very much by the way of profound in this vlog. I just took a moment to put together a quickie for the sake of making sure my vlog had something fresh and certain events with the Fishbowl (the Council of NIne... the Intergalactic Federation... whatever you wanna call it) were recorded... because I like having stuff recorded. I do mention George Kevassalis, but only because it's part of what happened. Sorry I'm not as... eeeh.... number-saavy as some folks.

No really. I care. I swear I care. I know it doesn't show on my impassive and uncaring face, but I care! I do!!

I even blipped out most of the swear words this time. =^-^=

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Dream, Council on High

I was visited last night. The back history here is that I haven't been going to the Fishbowl in a while. To be quite frank about it, I've been feeling very disheartened about a lot more than frogs in boiling water lately. The overall state of affairs that I see and frequently experience has become disheartening, and I guess you could say I've begun to lose my faith. The overall result is a tendency to desire outright mundanity and to lose the 95% of myself that makes me a living breathing person to begin with. I've been seriously considering just flat... I dunno... going stupid I guess you could call it, which part of me acknowledges is an utter impossibility but there are times I'd like to try. I was born breathing "the mists of ambiance energy" and literally could not be removed from it without just dying. But day-um people. But upon review, what reason have I to continue dealing with a Council on High the way they handle matters with us mere mundanes below? Yes, I am aware that there are times they simply cannot explain. There are times that you just have to trust them, and there are dozens and hundreds of dozens of simple events in my life that speak loudly for "be patient, you padawan." But there is this other issue, this all-important other issue, that I've been getting dodged about. They have given me excuses, which means that there is no reason to be patient. They've even lied. They've placated in order to get me to wait, and then wait some more. I've been patient about it because of the other dozens of examples, and the fulfilled promises, and related factors. Patient and patient while being told I had final command. They haven't done anything wrong. They've done their jobs, and they've done it superbly. But then we get to those who work with them that are also, like myself, aware. Contact them and I am ignored. Reach out to them and I am directed to fluff fluff e-mail lists filled with propaganda and bullshit. Seek to build the physical bridges that are so very needed and required for our final jobs here and I am met with a wall of ego or paranoia, take your pick. So maybe I'm lonely, or maybe I feel more than ever I've been shouting unheard in a very large crowd. Either way this suxors. Nothing is getting done, and we the Council on High are our own worst enemy. Or something like that. Other things have begun to happen in the real world, and I've had to look at once again putting major factors of my role and duty on hold to somehow find a paying job and protect house and home. Mind you, without those things I'll begin to whither. I literally cannot live without them, and I cannot deal with pushing them down. Hooray being an innate and full-fledged shamanistic type. But anyway. All I've heard from on High for years is that the quest would begin to pay for itself, and that the needed things would come to me. Ha, once again I'm not seeing it. I feel that whomever is in charge of finance is a total idiot on some days. So I threw up my hands, and I literally walked away. For days I've been hearing here and there to come back. I've been pushed and prodded, given signals and signs. I've ignored them all. Talking to the Other Half last night on the phone, I did casually mention that part of my sorrow was the loss of doing comic books. This story that I tell I used to try to tell to all of the 'kin over ten years ago, and I was often pushed aside because no one wanted to hear it. But it's an important story, truly it is. Okay fine, so I'm in it. So are a lot of other people, and the telling of this story is important for them. And somehow I feel it's important for the world, so I have found a good way to tell it that doesn't have people telling me to shaddup. =^-^= I'm doing my JOB and I'm doing it RIGHT and dammit all to hell..... I'm often approached by representatives, angry council members, frustrated secretaries, etc. when I'm laying down to sleep or am already sleeping. Each have their own way of approaching. Some walk straight up and go right into screaming at me. Others approach timidly and wait for me to notice them. But overall unless they're part of my personal Seven (Nine, Twelve or Three), they stand a certain amount away from my feet and keep that special distance. Last night as I lay on my bed - I wasn't sleeping very well because the air mattress isn't keeping air so well anymore - in that alpha state the Fishbowl treasures so much I was approached by a thin blond young man. He was probably in his twenties with short hair. He wore a green t-shirt. This one walked right up to me and sat right down next to me. He began speaking very quickly, as if he didn't have much time or maybe he was afraid I was going to tell him to go the fuck away. =^-^= Either way, his tone was on purpose set in a hopeful and positive manner and he was telling me something about the comic book... something about... a plan I guess. I can't remember the discussion at all. But I did wake up remembering some things on it I had to do. And that's what happened recently. Hope you enjoyed the tale.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

dream, MILAB

Damn, this dream wasn't as good as it was supposed to feel and there's no one to share it with. One person is in bootcamp and the other two are stuck up their boyfriends' asses. -_- I knew (even though nothing around me looked like it) that this happened after the next fall of mankind. Mankind had been divided into two factions: my side and the other side. That's what I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt. I lived on the island where there were other people, working cellphones, and other amenities that suggested my knowledge was in error. But I took such things for granted. Even though if you went beyond a certain zone in this world I was in, the cellphones and other such things would not work. There was an entire regiment of men who had come from another time, but they were all criminals. I remember stepping into someone else's head and going to them. They were sitting in rows, forced to sit that way, as they were guarded by giant robot looking men. Maybe men in suits of armor. Who can say. I asked to speak to the leader. The leader was a midget. I told them that I wanted to come to some sort of agreement with them that if they served I could get them more freedoms, but I had not spoken with the leader yet. I was only seeing what they could do at this stage and was making no promises. But... for some reason this was cut short and I can't remember how or why. I was no one higher up in this scenario, but I did have a team. I cannot remember who led the team or if I led the team or even if we had got together accidentally. We had a mission. We stole something of value, but now I cannot remember what it was. Or how we got it. I have vague impressions of a boat and that the item of value was of historical importance somehow. And it was not hard to steal it, either, because no one was expecting us to go for it. We just walked right in and got it, wherever it was. After we had the item, we went to the main place. I cannot tell you much about it. It's all vague, because it feels like this dream went on for a very very long time - not for days but certainly for 12 hours at least. The sun was up when we stole the artifact and the skies were very blue. I cannot tell you the time of day when we went to the building, because obviously we were in a building. We were ushered into a large room; I and the head of another team. I was starting to come out of it, I guess you could say, at this point. I was suddenly noticing that things weren't right even though I had taken everything for granted before. The others who came in with me sat down to wait, but I wondered if I could run out the door and escape. I started to stand up to see, but I heard the door lock. We were inside awaiting our audience with the big man whose name nor title I did not know. There was a little girl there who also was waiting. Maybe she was 6 or 7. You could tell she was going to be a dainty person, so she might even have been 8. She was a beautiful child. Her hair was long, like mine, but she was White so it was blond. There were curls around her face that were almost white, which only gave her an angelic appeal. Her skin was very pale and had a slight pink tinge to it. I cannot tell you the color of her eyes, but the shape of her face was heart shaped with a little button-like nose. She fainted suddenly, and a woman in a lab coat caught her. She was carried out of the large room we waiting in and laid down on, of all things, a bunch of boxes and equipment as if she were an after thought and would be collected later. The woman, who I vaguely thought was the child's mother even though she was dark and they looked nothing like each other, put an ear bud from an MP3 player into the child's ear and then turned to walk away. I stepped just beyond the door and asked in English and Sign Language, "Is she okay?"' The woman nodded and mumbled yes and shooed me back into the room. I can't remember much of the next part. There were two girls there and I can't remember if this was next or the end, but apparently they both had recently gotten married. The leader hugged them both and called them his married babies, so I'm guessing that was at the end of the dream because the leader had not arrived yet. So when people started coming to receive the leader, I noticed that they had thrown on jackets and hats over their regular clothes. I became worried because all I had was a plain black hat with no decoration, and I was the only one with that. The woman was at the door again so I asked her, "We have to wear red and blue for this, don't we?" I was worried. Centuries ago we wore red and blue with black if we were high ranking officers for the Adonai in the old empire. I was afraid I was standing in this situation again, and I did not want to be there. The woman did not answer. She went back out the door. Then everyone else came, and I have a vague sense that something else happened. But I'm not sure what. The leader arrived, wearing a business suit and a red and blue military-looking jacket. I remember the red trim. He was somewhere near his fifties with grey hair and a potbelly. He walked into the room and stood by the giant window in the large room. There were steps in the room; like a rise in the middle of the room. Everyone else lined up on it and stood with their hands clasped behind their backs like we used to do centuries ago. Because I was no longer with the groove of this dream scenario, I watched everyone and imitated them. I also looked at their arms because there was a part of me making sure they were doing it right. I knew how to do it, so did not worry about that part. When I found my place and stood, the leader took a few steps. This made everyone else change positions. They started walking in a circle around him going clockwise. I followed, wondering what in the hell, as the leader said, "I created this room to be like it used to be, but also so that if you were to die in here the last words you would see were those written on the wall." But there were no words on any wall, but I did not say anything. Something knew that I had to be utterly and completely quiet and not slip up here. But after making a full circle around the leader, I realized that everyone else was doing it because they didn't know where to stop. I knew that someone had to stop and look like they knew what they were doing, so I did. I stood with my back to the wall that had the door and clicked my heels together, standing at attention. Everyone else followed suit, so that we made a circle around the leader. But I can't remember what happened next. There was something, also, about making a bed for the girl child. People were coming into the room and pouring bubble gum on the floor, and she was going to sleep on that I thought. It was a colorful little area they were making, like what you see in nurseries today. But now that I'm awake I'm wondering if it weren't packing peanuts and not bubblegum for some reason. And for some odd reason the leader was sitting on the bubblegum to talk to us and we were sitting cross-legged around him. I wish I could remember. I didn't wake up until after noon even though I went to bed early.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Jaded in Jacksonville 14

Ever wonder about what you're here to do on this Earth? Just what is your role? What are all our roles? Okay, yeah, I'm not claiming to have the answers. A wise man is a man who never claims to be wise,. =^-^= But I do give a clue on how to find the answers within yourself in this particular vlog. As well, Choshu discusses her role with the Council on High (Intergalactic Federation or Council of Light or whatever it's being called this month) while we see some nifty footage of the Buddha Temple in Tampa, Florida.


Sunday, February 22, 2009

Jaded in Jacksonville 13

This one started out talking about MKULTRA and Operation Monarch, but with even the gentleman who wrote the article I found saying he needed to rethink things because his sources had proven to be dubious, I ended up ranting about how women are treated when they go to the comic shop and game store. GIRL POWER! If you won't treat us as good people who want to spend our money, we'll spend it elsewhere. It's difficult to keep a comic shop going even in a GOOD economy! Humbug.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Jaded in Jacksonville 12

Okay so in this blog I talk a few minutes about one of the departments with the Council on High. Then I talk about Lyrian (and Intergalactic history) while making references to Narnia. Because I'm clever like that.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009


Last night/early morning I heard people talking about the borders to Kenya. I wondered how (much less why) on Earth America could legitimately get involved with something to do with the borders to Kenya. And something about a J. O'Brien. I've no clue who J. O'brien is or was. I saw his computer window, and his chatroom box. That's how I know his name, if that's his name. It's at least his IM handle if nothing else. *shrugs*

Monday, February 16, 2009

Jaded From Jacksonville 11

What happens when a golden angel melts into you and you accept your Role for this World? Ha. I can't answer that for you, but I did tell the story of what happened for me.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Jaded From Jacksonville 10

A glamorized past life story about being a young Buddhist, long ago. Also experimenting with sound tracks.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Council on High

I was doing yoga a few days ago, a day in which a hateful little troll told me that the advice MZB and RP had passed down to me from their vast experience was a load of BS. This upset me, of course... to be told that the past year was a waste of time because I spent some of it making sure a certain comic script was tidy and worth my attention. (I dislike last minute scripts. You can tell a last minute script in a lot of cases. The dialogue is usually crappy, the characters .5 dimensional much less only 1, and the overall flow says "I'm a lazy writer!".) So I was doing yoga and obeying the commands of a long gone temple to forget about the pathetic little son of a bitch. While stretching I began to wonder. "Y'all know I won't because it wouldn't be justified," I said to the Fishbowl at large, namely the Council of 9 my personal bunch of old men... and whomever else was listening, who can say.... "But... if I WERE to decide to punish that little bastard for trolling me like that, you wouldn't stop me... right? RIGHT?" The response was a vision of the color purple. "What the fuck," I thought as I pulled away disgusted at the response. As I pulled away, however, I also was able to step away from what they were showing me and got a better view. It wasn't just the color purple that they showed to me. It was a cluster of purple grapes. What the hell. While I was driving and pondering the message, someone up there said to me, "The grapes of WRATH you idiot!" LOL Point taken.... but... that wasn't what I was asking, people! I was asking if I really was the boss or was I going to have to go all grape on them!

Friday, January 30, 2009


The Reptilian woman (possibly a naga) stepped forward to me. "For once we loved (left?) those eggs you (left before)." She was actually quite beautiful with an orange patch around her lip area. Her voice was sultry. I forgot what I was thinking about; the days in the yoga Buddha monastery type place I think. I wasn't asleep yet, hence my ability to sit up and write it down.

 Edit: February 2, 2009 [08:00]
Naga personage: So clearly you felt it too all weekend.
[08:00] Naga personage: Only geological reference I could find was the eruption in Tokyo.
[08:00] I'm afraid it hit the nursery.
[08:00] 32 eggs shattered, 14 cracked but survived.
[08:01] http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,475291,00.html probably retaliation for shooting down the ship.
 [08:02] Naga personage: Not sure who the orange marked female was but it is *certainly* significant that they may have mentioned the emotion of love with respect to the eggs.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Council on High

1-20-2009, approximately 3 am. "Pink slip," the slightly overweight Oriental guy said to the skinny brunette Caucasian guy who was sitting at his wooden desk. The Oriental guy was smiling, very happy, as he leaned over the desk and wrapped his right arm around the other guy's shoulders to shake him as if to say "It will be alright" when it really wasn't. The Oriental (Japanese?) guy wore a grey business suit. The other guy wore brown. I would say the Japanese guy must have been gloating. Caucasian guy looked down at his desk clearly very depressed. Japanese guy looked up, saw me standing there, and saluted with his free hand. This action broke me from the vision. I wasn't even asleep yet when I saw this... I was laying in bed thinking about some certain people who needed to be fired from the Fishbowl.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Jaded in Jacksonville 9

I talk about a past life memory in which I was cajoled into coming to Earth among other things.

Thursday, January 8, 2009


I just woke up from this one. I haven't dreamed that I was a sacrifice for anything in a very long time, but I did this time. And like all of the other times, the realization came upon me in horror as events that I had been warned against played themselves out one by one. So I was young in this dream, and I had my cellphone that I had now. So perhaps that was me playing out how I feel inside, who knows. But I wore a white dress or skirt, just like the last "holy" dream that I had. I knew my hair was black. I was very conscious of it. I can't remember who I was with now, but it was an older male in his 20's or 30's who was trying to help me in my quest to find something. All I know about before the dream began or somehow at the very beginning of the dream is that I had inherited a weird little clay vase and a silver sword with a golden handle. The vase, now that I'm awake and can remember it clearly, had ridges on it from being spun by hand on a potter's wheel. The side was stamped with a tiny picture of the sword and, by that, a tiny fish. It seems there might also have been a heart... or I mistook the fish for a heart and then realized it was a fish... that part of my memory is a little garbled. Overall the vase itself looked like an artifact for archeology and nothing modern at all. The sword was a simple broad sword type, but light and easy to carry. It had been very well taken care of and was very shiny, much like my astral "Truth" is. Come to think of it, the same colors too... except Truth's handle and guard are a .. no wait.... both are the simple cross-shape. But it seems to me that the sword in this dream was plainer, albeit just as mirror shiny. These two objects were my clues, I thought, to find something. And somehow I came to the big dark castle with my older friend. And I can't remember how this part played out at all... but he was telling me about how there was a movie producer out there and somehow he used to be in contact with that movie producer. The movie producer had something to do with the weather... and as I drew pictures of the castle on the outside the guy told me about how he would follow the wind patterns and the movie producer would also report them... and he'd say to the producer, "See? You and I are looking for the same thing. And I'm telling you that it's right here. Look at how the winds always go around this spot. You've been watching that too, so you know." But the movie producer would always deny that he was looking. This irritated my friend a lot, that he had been blown off. Somehow in the castle my sword fell down a story and it broke in half. That's how I remember how shiny it was because I remember watching it fall and break. But after that event I didn't worry about the sword so much anymore. I was more preoccupied with being in the castle and looking for things, I guess. There was another person who entered the dream briefly... I think? He might have been my friend and just changed roles, too. But this time it was an older guy in his 40's or 50's, and he had been a knight or something... he was a dark guy with a big nose. Looked like that old guy from the Record of Lodoss War, and I kind of knew it later in the dream but right about here the dream took on a video game quality for whatever reason. And then there was a tiny model of the castle, and it was a Templar castle. I was looking at it and I realized that part of the castle looked like the outside of the vase, and it was also stamped with the fish and sword in the exact same way. So I ripped apart the model, which was made to come apart, and looked at the room it contained. The inside of that room was painted with a large red cross, and there was a picture or a doll (I can't remember which) of a priest in blue and white at an altar. There was another part I had ripped off before that, but I can't really remember what I found underneath it. And somehow at this time I wasn't worried about my broken sword anymore because I had become convinced that I was *looking* for the sword on the vase as part of the quest. It was at this point that between what my friend was saying and everything else, I realized that I wasn't looking for anything. I was looking for an *event*, but I can't remember what tipped me off. It was something my friend said. It had to do with the 11 o'clock hour. I clutched his chest because I was suddenly terrified and I said, "I've been trying to keep things from getting to the 11 o'clock hour my entire life!" because in that moment I realized that the reason I'd been feeling that way was because I had always known what was to happen. And at that point my friend disappeared on me. I'm not sure how. And the movie producer had come to the castle. He was a dark, devil man. I can't explain him any better, and I don't normally go for evil because I don't believe in such necessarily... but he was dark. And evil looking... like a Disney movie evil dark man... Hunchback of Notre Dame's dark magistrate turned to real life. I think his eyes were even red, and if they weren't they gave off an aura as such. And the knight friend who might have been my friend (not that I'm thinking, I think they were the same) suddenly obeyed his wishes although he didn't want to. I was confused about this at first as the knight lit candles and prepared to sacrifice me, his little friend. But I did not fight or try to run away. I'm not sure why. There were three girls that also entered the dream somehow. One was a good friend of mine who always had had a beautiful voice and knew it. She was a little vain about it. In real life I'm the vain one so your guess is as good as mine on who she was. This girl also had long hair, but the dark brown and not true black (like mine is). She had a round face. She entered the dream first, but I can't remember at which point. It was at some weird point after I tore apart the castle. She was really into video games and tended to make references to them a lot. We spoke a little bit, but the evil guy was in a hurry to begin the ceremony. So we were in the room that was shown to me in the castle; inside the grail. And I stood there in this dark place with no knight to protect me anymore. (He was gone.) The "magistrate" (as I think I will call him) had found four places up on the wall with seats for people kind of like a choir spot, but each spot was separated so it also looked like a window... ... and now that I'm considering this I'm also reminded of Himmler's secret ceremony room in the bottom of that castle for some odd reason... From left to right the seating order was the singing friend, who was very into opera too I should mention, the magistrate, a two girls I did not know: a nerd girl and an Oriental one. The nerd girl was also dark of hair... so that means that we all four of us girls were dark brunettes. The ceremony began and the friend girl had to start first. She chose to interpret her part as opera, and she chose music from Final Fantasy VII. She even announced it as she began. As I stood there watching this, I considered that she had done a clever job of trying to shake things up so that I would not be sacrificed. Or maybe I was hoping. But at any rate, the magistrate was not bothered by this interpretation of her role as if it did not matter. She sang and sang and sang, and I stood there considering that perhaps for my shake up I would start singing "Lilium" from Elfen Lied. My friend's voice was tired and she was raspy in some parts, and I considered her vanity. And for some reason I remember a legend about how I had the sweetest voice of all, and I felt that it had come my time to show it for some reason. Even though I was standing there as a sacrifice waiting to die or whatever happens to a sacrifice in these things. -_- There was a pause in the girl's singing. I took a breath to begin, but I was interrupted again by more singing. Also there was music playing from somewhere. I'm not sure where this song came from, but it was another FFVII song. The Oriental girl looked very uncomfortable, and I felt bad for her. So I encouraged her to dance and have fun. I was also thinking that this would destroy the ceremony, but the magistrate was unbothered by this either. I was gratified to see the Oriental girl smile, though. Then the magistrate interrupted the ceremony and said that there was somewhere we had to go but we would need socks for it. We'll have to go to Walmart. "I don't want to go," I said because I knew I'd have to buy socks, and I didn't want to go to Walmart. The magistrate said, "Very well. Just don't go to any other buildings while I'm gone. This includes the hospital." So he and the girls left to wherever they were going and I was alone in the castle, thinking I was a prisoner. As I walked down the hall to my bedroom I saw a servant woman? maybe? And the knight. But I ignored them as I played with my cellphone, trying to find someone to call. My husband's friend, Simon, was on the list. So I phoned him. As the phone rang I could hear his thoughts. It was like he, too, was waiting and had been waiting. And I had a feeling as if he had been my friend in the beginning of the dream maybe. I'm not sure... But he kept saying, "I'm going to just sit here and look to the east. I'm just going to continue to sit here and look to the east...." over and over again. The knight friend, who had changed appearance again at this point, took my phone. I can't remember why, but I think it was because we were talking. Or... he was text messaging? Or I saw through a vision that on Simon's phone I was recorded as something game-ish instead of my name with a picture... but anyway I took the information as that they were making fun of me. "I'm going to die and you guys are making fun of me!" I blurted out in tears and went to my room. And the rest is a blur to the point that I can't remember it at all. I was waking up at that point, I know, because I started to control the dream by manipulating getting someone to call and save me. But of course no one called. And my hair, as I did things, had turned to blue. But I forget from what.