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October 4th, '03 More or less 10:45 A veritably strange dream. I suppose it started at the school. We,(we being I and two persons of authority, not sure authority over what) were in a van, between two school buses, as we were in the school bus parking lot. It was a dark and cloudy.. well night, I suppose, as it was pitch black, but the buses were there, indicating it being 3:30 in the afternoon. I seemed to attend this school as I was at one point looking for my bus. Both men seemed very dark and grim, with evil grins. So I sat in the middle of the back seat, they I the front bucket seats(the van being almost identical to my father's, except it seemed larger, and definately longer. I, for some reason started struggling to get out, and I couldn't get out the front, as they were there, so I grabbed at the sliding door handle and fiddled with it. I pushed it hard, it flung open pulling my hand with it, forcing me out of the van without any balance, landing me under the van, as the door returned from a bounce and closed millimeters above my head. At that point I was under the van and stuck. They realized this, so they started moving forward, which helped. I was almost crushed by the back tire but struggled out in time. I walked out in front of the van and only one bus was left. I walked over to it and spoke through the giant hole in the front of it to the kids staring at me. "Is this my bus?" I questioned, whole-heartedly. "This is my bus!" cried one of the children inside. I walked away and saw the two men pulling off in the van, except now it had no walls to it, only a frame, and it was far lower to the ground, not to mention the back was streaming with straps of sorts. So I grabbed onto the straps and yelled at them that I had to get home. They knew I was there but kept driving, and I was thus dragged. Amazingly I could stand up easily and it was fun. It had started raining though, so I lost grip many times, but grabbed on again. We somehow got onto the highway and the deformed van turned into a very nice convertible, me still pavement skiing. I asked the driver to pull over, onto the shoulder so I could get in, and it seemed like he was as he started swerving to one side, then the passenger jumped out and the driver went up an offramp. I, somehow, kept watching from the pavement. I suppose I was skidding along. I started running, as the car was out of side and suddenly the driver was behind me, carless, and grinning mightily. I had the feeling the car would show up soon, and as that thought finished the car landed infront of me, in a hail of green light and rain, like an action movie, it was brilliant. I kept running for no reason. I stopped when I got to a man on the side of the road, dead, with his legs somehow blown straight out of his knees, his pants still quite intact. It was a strange site. This man, even though I couldn't see anything more than his legs, seemed familiar. The driver and passenger caught up to me, and possibly made a comment, remembering this man as well. And then we were in a house, our house aparently. The house was basically modelled after mie, but had some strange "vintage" futuristic things in it, for instance a control panel where my spice rack is, in the kitchen. I never touched it but I saw it. My dad and those two men were there. I was looking at what seemed to be a board game, coloured purple and yellow boardered, with pink, plastic buttons. The buttons looked like seats in a van. I pressed the one in the middle, back row. I got a flash of an image of a fat man with a red beard, wiht that same grim grin from the driver and passenger. The started moving forward until it hit the dashboard, indicated by a pink plastic dashboard shape, where it moved up and laughted as I thought of the man getting crushed into the windowshield. I figured they were all some sort of death and didn't bother testing the rest. I was then in the master bedroom and found a wooden cat sculpture on a dresser. My dad was in the background, the other two seemed to be gone. The statue was pale wood, and not finished with varnish or anything, just wood. I picked up and noticed two others beside it. I then looked down at the ground, which had what looked like packing foam, and betweent he sheets of it I found a real cat, a black and grey cat, which my family had somehow aquired in a prior dream, and I remembered it. I looked up, after petting the real cat a bit, and saw more wooden cats everywhere in the room. Slightly annoyed, I started picking them all up, with the intent of getting rid of them. I'm not sure where they went, but they disappeared when I picked them up. When I picked one up, with malicious intent, more would appear beyond my peripheral vision. I kept going arund the room, trying to look at the rest of the room when picking a cat up. Somehow I thought of my glasses and then they disappeared, so I was at a loss to vision, and the cats could somehow then appear in my peripheral vision. I got rid of as many as I could then left the room. Somewhere in this dream I was also at what I can only refer to the main library in Gatineau. I was with... Evan, I believe and we found some guy with a blue pickup, and he got off work and went for a drive with us, us being Laura, Chalky, and Amy, Evan somehow disappearing. We weren't sure where to go, and that's when my alarm went off. I shut it off.. no, I turned it down and went back to sleep. We drove around the parc-o-bus, thinking we wanted to go somewhere, but he had a truck, so he may as well drive us wherever. Eventually we were back at my house, but Chalky and Amy were no longer, replaced by Steph and Kelly, as well as more female figures, one being my mother and one... a stranger that was somehow related to someone in the house. They became my family for the rest of the dream. I remember leaning against the half-wall, with Laura in my arms, when Jeremy came up the stairs, trailed by a short pudgy boy in blue. Jeremy and I exchanged smiles, and he went on, out the door. Jeremy had reminded me of a movie star, but not a bigshot, as I was gonig to tell him, but I couldn't remember the actor's name, and he left too quickly anyway. We, being Laura, Steph, Kelly and I were walking from the living room to the kitchen and back, then started doing what I can only think of as dusting the bookshelves, and I was naked. No one noticed until I forced an erection. At that point they just sorta mumbled stuff to the effect of "Eww, put it away." We then lied down on the couch, which was facing away from the living room, toward the bookshelves, I was clothed. Again, we were in the same situation, dusting the bookshelves, when I looked over at Laura and saw a patch of black on her face. It looked like black permanent marker, or one of those make-up markers, from the "Dollar or Two". I then noticed other splotches on her face, of the same manner. I looked over at Steph, with the same results. Kelly as well. I proclaimed my horror and they itterated the fact that I, as well, had said splotches. We went into the kitchen and told My mother and father, whom also had the splotches, as well as that stranger woman, and... another Steph, both of whom were in a computer room. Many details throughout are faint, and the order may be very off, but that is what I can remember. It ended shortly after the first dicovery of the splotches. There seems to be much reoccurence of death, not to mention a curse or plaguish theme. This wasn't exactly a nightmare, as I did not wake in a cold sweat, and I wasn't scared outside my dream, I was quite intrigued. But in the dream, I was definately in a frenzy when the plagues hit us. I came up stairs after that, to a gloomy morning, which it still is. Upon reflection, the two wierdest things about this dream is how much i remember, and the fact that it was completely in first person. I usually dream in third person, for the whole dream if not most of it. It is now 11:19.