| March 25, 2014 |

Another manufactured dream or human programming aka "mind alteration":

I'm in a bar, a girl with dark hair approaches me. She clearly shows amorous attention towards me. When she approached me, she seem to be extremely tall, I came up to her diaphragm. She makes her move. I'm paralyze and seem to be going along with her, even though subconsciously, I didn't want to. She got close, I see a man in grey military uniform and badges, now I'm on a table and feel a heavy pressure on my chest like "she" laid on top of me. I'm aware of bar stools and and a billard area. She said, "I'm looking for someone just like you." I feel uneasy about her.

We walked toward the bar, suddenly I noticed she looked blond and my height. We sat down and she spoke with a southern accent, but I sense underneath the guise of a southerner that she's from Florida. Some odd reason, I can smell the cigerette off of her in my "dream."

All the sudden, as I talked to her, I see a different scene.

It's like I'm watching a movie. I see the same dark haired girl. She looks oddly familiar. A bus wrecked over a bridge--she's hanging from the bus trying to pull the "two men" up. One man had dark hair and the other is man is grabbing onto him...while her arm manages to pull them up, something dark came up from behind her, pulled her back which cause her to "let go." The dark creature had a long metal spear. It aim between her neck and collar bone, while she hangs over the bridge I sense her fear; she struggles. The "being" is wriggling and forcing the dull point trying to puncture her flesh. The imminent fear of death. Like the billboard eyes of Dr. T.J. Eckleburg, I watched as she yells, "help me."

As the spear finally punctured her, it jammed harder and push through like a "skewer pig," I see torrent of blood gush out of her anus. (My nightmare would be Vlad the Impaler's wet dream.)

The image suddenly changed, I'm back at the bar and I'm throwing up.

| March 2, 2014 |

I said I would stop writing my dreams but this one stood out to me.

It seems weird. It seems screened.

I'm getting dress to go on a date with this guy I know from highschool. In my dreams or mind, I'm looking for something to wear, a feminine little "black dress"; yet, I touch the materials and it felt like a type of nylon leather with Japanese character written across the corner. While I was getting dress, it's like I was suiting up in a tight body suit. I don't think it's an actual dress. I see myself rolling the black material over my legs and putting on black heels. The guy I'm going on a date with is standing in this closet room with me looking at me.

We walk out and he follows me. I see myself walking away. I look like a Japanese girl in skirt with long black hair.

Lights surround the room, I feel frantic, and something is trying to get inside. I see window blinds and lights shining through. I open the front door.

I see a highway overpass.

I see scenes where there's ocean or water-tides rolling along a beach at night. A concrete walls and water hitting the sides-- a team, a police force, they're searching for someone that escaped from an underground sewer. I felt disgust towards this "thing" it looks human but the energy is pure perverse lust--a predatory type of sexual perversion. The scene fades.

I'm back in the room with the lights. I'm running around trying to lock down the place. I lock the front door and run to the back. I slam a door shut--bolts and lock--that sexual "thing" stares at me. His eyes are dark and set far apart. The door is closed.