Well, *I* had an interesting night of dreams...

[lady_akatari]

I died eight and a half times! w00t!

These are written in the order in which I remembered them, by the way, except for the last which was interrupted by my alarm before I died.  Hence the half-death.

• I got thrown into a vat of phlegm.  I think the throwers were people at my school, or rather, people with whom dream-me attended school.  I didn't recognize anyone, but it was in the school locker room, so...  Anyway, I suffocated.  Ew. >__<
  
• I got stabbed to death with needles.  It took a very long time. This may or may not have been the dream with human sacrifice - I know I was sacrificed to some evil and bloodthirsty deity in one of my dreams, but I don't remember any details.  If it wasn't one of the ones I've listed here, I died yet another time and it's nine and a half deaths.
• A serial killer, whom I had just watched kill my mother, was chasing me down a street armed with whatever s/he'd been using.  As I passed all the houses on the streets begging for help, they turned the lights off and locked the doors.  Then I got killed.
  
• My church - my church - was killing people.  There was something about them needing forty gallons of blood, and it was that instead of how many people that determined who wold get exsanguinated.  Ew again.  Anyway, I somehow got hold of the lists, intending to warn the people, and found that I was on there and that most of the other people were little kids - and then I was caught before I could tell anyone that they were going to be killed.  And, yes.  Killed.
• I was a princess or something of this volcanic (?)  island, and I fell off a cliff and drowned.  I have a phobia of really deep water - I can't even look at magazine pictures taken of, say, icebergs, if the camera was underwater at the time - and that was what I fell into.  I think this was the only one where I wasn't actually murdered.
• I was doing research for a story - it was set in New England, and I was looking for one of those salt-box houses so that I could describe it.  I stumbled upon either top-secret government stuff or a terrorist conspiracy, and was killed.  This one upset me the most, I think, because I could almost see it happening in real life.
• Some industry was testing a super-car, one that wouldn't get damaged in any accident, and they needed someone to get run over by it, or hit by it, or something.  Somehow, I wound up as the person getting hit and then repeatedly run over. >.<
• A psycho who killed people by strangling them with wires was stopping cars, breaking the windows, and then killing them.  I was driving along an isolated road, having just seen a news report about this, when someone sliced open the window of the car I was in and I saw the wire loop... >.<  It didn't help that a murder mystery I read a few years ago mentioned that wire can strangle people or cut their throats back to the spine, because my dreaming brain somehow managed to get this one to do both.
• I was at a wedding where the bride and groom were of different races, and I knew that someone was about to blow up the entire building and I couldn't do anything about it - couldn't stop it, couldn't get out of the building...nothing.  My alarm went off just before I blew up into a billion tiny pieces.
  

I discovered after I woke up and as I was analyzing these that at least I didn't get burned or eaten alive.  That was all the information I was able to deduce, though.  Well, that and that I should probably read fewer murder mysteries. >.>

Sorry I've been absent from LJ for so long - RL kind of ate me again.  Hmm, what other news?  Oh!  I've started representing actions like -this- instead of *this*, so don't be confused if you see that.  And, um...yeah, think that's about all the interesting things I've done.