I received a letter from an old friend I used to live with in another dream. She owned an old battleship where she lived with a few other friends. I used to live on the battleship as well, but left because of mysterious deaths. There had been a large group of over 20 people living on the ship with us, but by the time I left there were only a handful. Nobody figured out why the people died; they were all young and healthy. Some were found keeled over; others were found dismembered; still others were never found at all.

The letter was an invitation to move back in. I'd been away for over a year and there hadn't been anymore deaths or disappearances since then, so she thought I might want to live with them again. I told Alan about the invitation, and he agreed to move onto the battleship with me. On our first night there, the entire group sat together in an area of the ship that had been converted into a sitting room. I introduced Alan to all my old friends and love interests, and he sat back and observed as I flirted and got reacquainted with old friends.

We eventually decided to go to bed, and the rest of the group escorted us to our room so we'd know how to get back in the morning. We stood outside our bedroom door saying goodnight to everyone until one of the girls started freaking out. She stepped right in front of me and started yelling accusations:

"You are the reason all those people died last time! I hope everyone here can protect themselves, because you're back and I bet the killing will start again!"

I replied, "You have no idea what you're talking about! There is no way I killed any of those people. If I did have anything to do with it, it was indirectly, like a poltergeist situation or something."

The girl scoffed at that, and turned away, mumbling more about how evil I am. The rest of the group turned and entered their own rooms, and Alan and I were about to do the same until a greasy fat man approached us. He went by the name of Cole, and he was pissed off about something. He tried to grab Alan, but Alan simply pushed him and the man fell backwards. He fell so hard that the floor shook and all the bedroom doors flew open. The rest of the group was shocked, and peeked their heads out to see what was going on. Cole tried to stand up again, but ended up falling on his stomach this time, causing the doors to slam in everyone's faces. Cole eventually stood up again and walked away, embarrassed.

We landed the battleship on an island the next day, so we could get some food and supplies and communicate with the outside world. We were all walking down the street, when we saw a huge UFO in the sky. It landed next to us, and a hole formed in the front of it. We could see a blob of an alien inside, pretty similar to the aliens from the Simpsons Halloween episodes. He opened his huge, drooling mouth and said "It's safe."

I yelled out "NO!" but everyone else in the group (minus Alan, myself, the ship-owner and her brother who was named Woolworth) boarded the UFO and it flew off. For the next few days we lived on the ship while it was still landed, hoping that our friends would come back. We decided that if they hadn't come back in a week we would go searching on the island for them. Alan and I woke on the morning the search was to take place, and stepped into the hallway to see blood smeared all over the walls. As we walked towards the sitting room, we saw more blood and pieces of flesh scattered all over the floor. We found Woolworth in the sitting room, shaking on a sofa and saying "I can't find my sister."

We decided that we would no longer live on the ship, and would find a place to stay on the island. We were walking down the road where we first spotted the UFO when it suddenly appeared again. It landed next to us and off came Cole and the snotty girl who tried to accuse me of killing people. The alien said to all of us, "You'd better get the fuck out of here!" and the UFO flew off once again.

Cole and the snotty girl wouldn't say what the aliens did to them, but informed us that they were planning on destroying the island and possibly any other piece of land on the entire planet. We continued walking until we reached a main road where we hijacked a bus. As we drove towards the water in order to get back onto our ship, we had to swerve in order to avoid collisions with aliens who were driving hovercraft on the street. They were shooting random people and buildings, causing chaos wherever they went.

We arrived at our ship once again, and boarded. We knew that the end of the world was coming, and that we could never land anywhere ever again. We had gathered enough food and supplies to last us over a year, but none of us thought we'd last that long on a battleship with silent, invisible killers. No matter where we went, we would die a horrible death. But we sailed on anyway.

My dreams tend to side on the strange, which is especially disturbing when they almost become lucid. In the latest of these dreams, I found myself playing the part of Harry Potter. I have no clue what triggered this dream, and no clue why I couldn't cast any damn spells.

I was in a large auditorium, to present a magic show with the rest of my clan (or however you want to refer to my fellow magacians). First, I couldn't find my Wizard's hat, which I guess was integral to my spellcasting. I was told that I could cast a spell to make a hat appear, but all this did was cause my hair to grow longer. After finally obtaining a hat, I couldn't find my way to the stage. People kept yelling at me, saying I was going to ruin the whole show.

At the same time, I was chasing around a frog-like creature, which was some evil monster of some sort. I finally beheaded him (it?). It had greenish-purple blood that reeked like moldy cabbage. At that point, my roommate's alarm went off, and I woke up.

4:45am, Monday April 8th, 2002

I am leaving my old house on Michelle Place. My mom comes back and she is a prostitute, and shows all these magazines of Frankenstein porn. She is diseased. My sister has become an orphan.

Then, I am walking downtown in Victoria and mom is there, this guy drives by and waves some sort of ring. (Her pimp?) Then, this Wal-Mart van is behind them and the guy driving it sees that guy waving at my mom, and mistakes it as waving at me, and starts shooting at me. I have a newspaper for some reason and try to block the gunfire with it and mom just runs the other way. I am getting shot at, and then I am running and it's New York City instead, and I go up to my apparently high-rise apartment building.

As I am walking in, people are giving me looks like I am a homeless, and so I push by, and go stand to wait for the elevator. This woman walks through the lobby; she is intently focused on me the entire time with the most beautiful smile. She stands right next to me and we smile at each other, then she grabs my waist. At first, she just pinches gently. She says "Oh, sorry." and puzzled I am like "That's ok..." Then she says, "You're bleeding. You must have been shopping at Wal-Mart..." and I tried to explain what happened and say "no. I don't know why they were shooting at me at all, it made no sense.” She was like "think HARD" and grabs my inner thigh really hard. I am paralysed just standing there and everyone in the lobby had stopped what they were doing and are staring with blank faces. The elevator never came.

I woke up with the image of this woman's eyes glowing. (They were not coloured they were just glowing.)

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