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I dreamt last night i was a male soldier /peasant fighting in the bastille in france and we were fighting with the kings musketeers not actually with them but on the same side !!i helped release some peasants /villagers that had been imprisoned there but as i was leaving the tower behind all the prisoners we had freed from that section we were ambushed and i was shot in the head (face on) by a flintlock type pistol ....not surprisingly i felt blood rush over my face and everything faded and i woke up a little disorientated and with a headache !unusually i dont remember my dreams on waking up so for this to be so vivid, i could smell the rotten hay ,sweat,the stagnant water and the coldness of the stone walls and the roughness of the wood etc must have some meaning .

Awake to find myself in the body of someone else looking in a mirror - admiring their physical advantages but being unhappy with their teeth. Find myself asleep and wake myself up. I have split my mind between 2 bodies. I try and tell my mother but she forces me to break the connection and then does not believe me; doubts me. My ex- girlfriend briefly shows up. The next I am being interrogated and tortured in Russia by soldiers. I am stabbed with throwing knives. I escape killing a guard and run off to a wall of guns. I pick one and leave. Soldiers chase firing at me. I fire back but my gun doesn't seem to work and fires black shadows. The soldiers won't die. Some wearing pyjamas.

You and I standing at the end of a country platform with three or four others. We have a picnic packed, including a bottle of white wine. You pull the bottle from the basket and ask me to get a corkscrew. I walk up the platform and have to get to the other platform. To do so I must walk through a train, from side to side. It is a troop train, full of damaged soldiers' bodies with missing limbs, wrapped in hessian, lying on straw. I feel sick but plunge through, wondering what detail I should tell you.  We are staying in a hotel, that feels a little like the one we looked at in Nice, with the lift that didn't work. We are desperate for a bath or shower but can't find one. I look around, see a cubicle, but it has only a toilet, not even a basin. As I look at it, you are being told by the receptionist that there are no washing facilities and that if we love each other we won't need to wash. It'll be fun, she says. She shows us where the shower room was, levering up some hardboard so we can peep through to a shower room long boarded up. I wonder if we could crawl through and if the plumbing would work. We decide to beg a shower from another hotel.  We are living in a house in the country.  It is a wreck. The walls are bare lath and plaster. There is no heating, although it is winter. We have several children with us and some adults. I make fires in some rooms. On the top floor I light it in the middle of the floor. On the ground floor is a small coal fire in a big fireplace. My mum is there . I tell her it is a good fire. I return to the top floor to put some rubbish on the fire there but you have swept the fire up and thrown it out of the window, to tidy up. You say best to burn things in the garden. I go downstairs. In the garden you have filled a large brick-lined fireplace with water and are swimming. I join you and say I wish we had thought of this long ago. You look knowing. 

I had a dream where my family and I were at a big fancy restaurant in a big hotel. It was supposed to be all happy and stuff, but then I started coughing up this clear plastic wrap kind of thing which was of a hard texture with sharp edges. Also I started coughing up red apples as well with the plastic. It was very weird. I blamed first a girl for practicing witchcraft on me, but then after that I blamed my mom and she became defenseless after that. I started going around looking for the rest of my relatives but it seemed like I was waging war against them - I was very angry at them. I felt like all of them schemed together against me. I was approaching my dad, Then all of a sudden I think like a soldier of God came out of nowhere and showed a balance/weighing scale and it was weighing both sides, and after a while, one side went down because it was heavier than the other. It revealed itself ( what it was ) and it said the name of God in arabic. I was wondering to myself in the dream, "could this be a good thing- does this mean I am going to heaven because it says "Allah"?" and the other side revealed itself to be the evil one, but i can't remember the name which it said. also after the image of the balance weighing scale dissappeared, there came up several other names also written in Arabic and then they dissappeared ( and with it was the inspiration that I wasn't one of those or associated with one of those ). Then I saw my uncle from my dad's side who tried attacking me with witchcraft or something but I used my leg to craftily divert the scheming.

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