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Been a while since I've had such bizarre dreams as I had last night, but the ones that I recall are normally pretty violent. Zombies, giant snakes, and the like. Usually zombies. So this one was pretty weird. The way it started off, I was out in the woods with Steve, my best friend from high school, Paul, this kid that I would rarely admit was sort of my friend, and some other random kids. The details of what was going on were kinda fuzzy, but it involved a book, a ritual, and a propane tank. At one point, the propane tank caught on fire and so I instantly dived behind a huge rock. Massive explosion followed. I come back out from behind the rock to see some flaming skeletons sitting around our campfire. Three of them. Paul's skeleton is still clutching the book, which is strangely in near perfect condition despite the flames. There were five in our group, myself included, so I'm searching for the other survivor. It's Steve, but he's looking like he aged about 30 years. White hair and stubble. Wrinkled face. We're walking back towards the camp site when a police car pulls up on a hill behind us and a large group of drunken cops come piling out of there like clowns out of a tiny car in a circus. They invite us out gambling and Steve decides not to go. He heads over towards this doorway in a fence to our left. To our right is another doorway in a fence with a party on the other side. There is a woman with the drunken cops. Petite. Slender. Long, dark hair. Smoldering blue eyes. She says something about wanting someone to escort her and Steve pushes me towards her, saying, "He'll take you." Of course I have no argument, so the next thing I know, I'm making out with the girl right outside fo the doorway while Steve goes into the other one. Then I notice something's definitely not right. She's making inhuman growling sounds and is kinda rough, but not in the way that I would like. And she's got really sharp teeth. I push her away when I realize she's a werewolf and so I run over into the other doorway after Steve with the werewolf hot on my tracks. On the other side of the doorway is a maze and I'm running around, getting lost, but thinking of nothing other than getting away from this monster who was a hot girl just a couple seconds ago. There's a wall of spikes that I jump over out of desperation and the werewolf, who's just behind me, doesn't quite make it. Gets impaled. I'm safe for the moment, but hopelessly lost. Not only am I in a maze, I'm in a multilevel maze with trap doors, stairways, and tunnels, and it's all surrounded by water. And I can't swim. I keep going down, lower into the maze, but for some reason, I'm still going in circles, winding up in the same places. I come to a massive hole in the floor with a fifty foot drop down the the lower level. No way to get there without jumping, and Steve's down there, looking even more haggard than before. I realize that this is a dream, but this is my friend who I haven't seen in years, so I take the dive and I tell him we're getting out one way or another. We start recruiting some of the other people who wound up in the same maze and are also lost. That's when I woke up. Pretty fucking strange. Usually, I have these dreams when I've been drinking gin, but I haven't had gin in months. And last night, I was relatively sober.