Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Another Dream, and a Terrifying Discovery...

I dreamed that I was in a large building, with many hallways. There were many doors, and there were little pads in the wall for codes and access cards. I was dressed in a formfitting suit similar to the synergetic suits in "Fafner in the Azure" and there were soldiers shooting at me with sub-machine guns. I knew they were firing sub-machine guns, even though in real life, I woould never be able to identify one... I was in front of a door, the door was shut, and I knew that inside was a computer lab, and my comrade needed time to download the files we needed and to compromise the system, and I was firing my own gun at the enemy.

I remember the door opening after a while, and my comrade, a female with black hair, about 5'3, with red eyes, japanese, dressed the same way I was, came out, and we ran down the halls. I got hit several times, and a few bullets grazed my left arm near the shoulder.

Then the entire dreamscape dissolved into a sea of red, the floor rippled and reflected my image at me, and it was raining blood. There were black feathers and rotting cherry blossoms floating past me on the shimmering red floor, and I knew that the redness was blood.

I started sinking, and I started screaming. The blood went into my mouth, I could taste it, and it flooded my nose. I was drowning in blood, I could see the feathers and rotting cherry above me, every thing was so red, I couldn't breathe or move... Then as my vision started getting dark, I woke up.

When I woke up, my left forearm was hurting, and while I was changing for school, I noticed that there were scratches on my arm near the shoulder. They were exactly where the bullets in my dream hit me, and one of them was still bleeding!

I don't know what is happening. Why am I dreaming such things? Why are injuries from my dreams translating into the waking world? Its fourth period, and my arm still hurts, especially when people in the halls jostle my arm.

I'm scared and confused. What's going on?