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newnumber6Had a couple dreams, involving Werewolves and Lost numbers (with minor spoilers for the most recent Lost).
Okay, let's see, in one, something happened where there was a party at my (last) house, and I was bitten by a werewolf. The wolf ran off to bite more people upstairs, and I started to change, and people came down stairs, apparently unconcerned about the werewolf running loose, and saw me... except, since I was still a little in control of my mind, I held back until they actually approached me and I couldn't resist biting.
Then, my memory stopped until the next day where apparently we were human again, but were trying to figure out what had happened - we had the numbers from Lost, and for some reason knew they were involved, and that if we could solve the mystery behind them before nightfall we could cure ourselves. So we struggled and people figured out minor things. - they realized that each number was connected to a real object. One was, say, postal codes. Another was connected to money. So I figured out the connection - each one, you could find a connection to the number 98. For example (and I'm blanking on the exact numbers so I'm making them up here - they probably didn't make sense in the dream either), 98% of the US population lived within 22 states. 98% of the money is in the hands of 4% of the people. That sort of thing.
I tried to explain it to people, but for some reason I couldn't before the sun went down and I woke up.
Had another dream where I was on a bus talking to someone from work, and got distracted and missed my stop by a lot. So I got out and started walking. Somehow, I ended up in some stranger's house to use the washroom or get a drink of water or something. They were having a barbecue, and were nice, but I was ready to go... only I couldn't find my shoes. And I kept getting the shoes of the people who lived there confused for mine. I couldn't find them, and couldn't walk all the way home without them. Finally I called my dad to give me a lift, and just before he arrived I found them underneath my bag, which should have been the first place I looked.
As we were walking to the car, I realized it was a dream and so started flying, but didn't get much time in before I woke up.
(Interesting note: When I was a kid, I used to have a recurring nightmare about walking and suddenly losing my shoes - in that one, though, a witch had stolen them off my feet and wouldn't give them back, and if I tried, she'd eat me)
Okay, let's see, in one, something happened where there was a party at my (last) house, and I was bitten by a werewolf. The wolf ran off to bite more people upstairs, and I started to change, and people came down stairs, apparently unconcerned about the werewolf running loose, and saw me... except, since I was still a little in control of my mind, I held back until they actually approached me and I couldn't resist biting.
Then, my memory stopped until the next day where apparently we were human again, but were trying to figure out what had happened - we had the numbers from Lost, and for some reason knew they were involved, and that if we could solve the mystery behind them before nightfall we could cure ourselves. So we struggled and people figured out minor things. - they realized that each number was connected to a real object. One was, say, postal codes. Another was connected to money. So I figured out the connection - each one, you could find a connection to the number 98. For example (and I'm blanking on the exact numbers so I'm making them up here - they probably didn't make sense in the dream either), 98% of the US population lived within 22 states. 98% of the money is in the hands of 4% of the people. That sort of thing.
I tried to explain it to people, but for some reason I couldn't before the sun went down and I woke up.
Had another dream where I was on a bus talking to someone from work, and got distracted and missed my stop by a lot. So I got out and started walking. Somehow, I ended up in some stranger's house to use the washroom or get a drink of water or something. They were having a barbecue, and were nice, but I was ready to go... only I couldn't find my shoes. And I kept getting the shoes of the people who lived there confused for mine. I couldn't find them, and couldn't walk all the way home without them. Finally I called my dad to give me a lift, and just before he arrived I found them underneath my bag, which should have been the first place I looked.
As we were walking to the car, I realized it was a dream and so started flying, but didn't get much time in before I woke up.
(Interesting note: When I was a kid, I used to have a recurring nightmare about walking and suddenly losing my shoes - in that one, though, a witch had stolen them off my feet and wouldn't give them back, and if I tried, she'd eat me)
