Bad Dreams

Just as I talked yesterday about how I was able to have good dreams of people I used to only have bad dreams about, or only negative feelings about them in my dreams (Azlin, sa gou), I had a terrible dream last night. I only remember two really bad events that happened. I remember getting shot through the chest with an arrow. No, that's not quite right. The arrow shot at my chest, but I was lying down so it pierced my chest but not through it. I can't describe it. It's like where you put on a sling bag and the strap crosses your chest? Anyway, the second really bad thing was that I accidentally killed Nicole. We were standing on top of some structure that wasn't very high and I can't remember why it was my fault but she fell off. I don't even really know if it was my fault but anyway she fell and hit her head and there was a pool of blood. It all really wasn't possible and I was skeptical because all the other people that had died had died the same way, so I stood there saying "really? come on. it wasn't even that high. why does EVERYBODY here have to die like that?" All of a sudden daddy got really angry at me and said "What's wrong with you?! Your sister is dead and you're not even sorry?!"

It was weird. It turned out we were in some kind of virtual real life game, which makes no sense. Basically what that means is that I hadn't saved the game, so all I had to do was reset the system to potentially bring Nicole back to life. Really, the stupidest part was that the "game" was owned by the government, and the machine at which you could buy into the game looked ridiculously like the skytrain ticket machine and the game's reset button was right on the machine. Not even hidden or anything, just on the front and unlabeled. In a moment of panic, I went and pressed the button and immediately this alarm went off because it was an illegal action and basically the government would hunt you down for that. I don't really recall what happened next.

Some other strange things I remember. Betty White, swimming in a muck-like pond with otters, whom I could talk to, and who actually swam up to me to cuddle me like cartoon otters like to do.

I woke up in a panic a couple of times.