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There were three wyverns (dragons with scorpion tails) in my dream. One was green (this was the largest of the three), the second black with a red chaos aura, and the third was white as ivory. I ran to hide from them in a poorly built, old, wooden shack. They did not pursue me. In my curiosity, I ventured to a window to see them. I watched the white one fly away, the green one was already gone, and the black one started looking for me. Then I woke up before there was any kind of conclusion to the dream.

The dream starts in third person. A woman named LP and a man named House walk into a court room and sit down behind a woman. House has breathing tubes in his nose. The woman turns around and says, "I didn't know you were an executioner too, LP." LP grins. The Judge walks in and takes the stand. LP is escorted to a wooden box with glass surrounding the top half. Almost like those robotic psychics you can insert a quarter in and get "your cards read". The judge smirks and says, "How are you gonna kill me from there?" LP says, "I use the glass." She shakes from the inside of the box until it falls over on it's side and the glass shatters. She grabs chunks of glass and throws them at the judge who falls from the stand. The dream switchs to first person. I am the security guard standing in the corner. LP marches over to the judge and I. We are cornered. She picks up more glass and drags it down our arms. We have matching gashes running down our forearms. I'm screaming. LP grabs a gasoline tank from somewhere and says, "When I pour this on the glass, it's gonna blow up." I jump out of the corner just as she finishes dumping gasoline on the glass and sets it on fire. The judge screams. And burns.

Dreamed I was walking to the end of a road, exhausted. The sky was gray and overcast, and I could hear the sea nearby, though I could not see it. At the road's end was a slight rise and a stone fence with a gate. When I reached the gate, at the top of that rise, the sky lifted. Inside the gate was a house, and a lawn of the kind of impossibly bright green you only see when the light comes out after a storm. The house was old, dark stone, well-built and close-fitted, with a slate roof, wooden trim that might have been brown, or perhaps just soaked from the storm. The door was open, someone standing in the doorway, facing away from me. I opened the gate and stepped onto the gravel path from gate to door, and I could see the figure well enough to see it was a woman in a red dress, wearing a straw hat, but not well enough to tell who it was, just that my exhaustion dropped away and I began to run up the path. As I got closer, the figure in the doorway turned. It was you, and if the clouds had lifted at the gate, when you smiled the sun came out.

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