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These dreams come in different segments but they are all connected. Also, I have had these dreams before on several different occasions. This time I had more lucid control over them, they were much more vivid, and I have little trouble recalling them. The start of the first dream took place in a ravine, some dark rocky trench flanked between two buildings, like an alley. I was with a friend and we both came across a mannequin at the bottom of the trench. The mannequin was alive and she told us to retrieve the key inside her in order to continue to the next half of my dream. There was a hole in her thigh, so I ripped off the plastic skin there and found a series of plastic tuppaware containers that were filled with food. We opened each container and emptied the contents to find the key. The hole in her leg that held the tuppaware got deeper and the small plastic containers got bigger. The more bins we opened, the more rotten and bug infested the food became. My friend was disgusted and did not want to continue looking. But I finished on my own because I wanted to continue the dream. I found the key in the last largest maggot inhabited container. The dream continued without my friend but I was accompanied by <PERSON> (the actor) and <PERSON> Prime (a Transformer). We had a mission to stop a latex fetish woman who tortured and killed people. While we staked out the factory she used as a hideout, Optimus and Vin were perched on a nearby warehouse roof. <PERSON> was in his truck form and I suddenly realized that he was stuck in this fashion and he could not transform. <PERSON> said he knew a way to unlock this, so he jumped off the roof and wandered into the latex lady's factory. I have had this dream before, and I consciously remembered that <PERSON> gets tortured and killed inside the factory, so I jump off the roof and pursue him in order to prevent the same outcome as it would usually happen. I entered the building and it was lit by red lamps, like a dark room. <PERSON> was floating in a pool of blood and tied by the wrists and ankles so he was immobile and could not escape. The woman was beginning to saw into his skull and I fought her off. At first, I thought it was somebody else fighting her, but it was me, just in a different body. I have brown eyes and black shoulder length hair in waking life, but here I had long blond hair and white eyes. I also had gloves with the imprint of skeleton hands on them, but when I fought with them, they became real bones and claws. The woman continued to struggle against me and eventually pinned me down and cut my face into a very intricate pattern that resembled tiger stripes on my cheeks and a thorned crown on my forehead that had the word "condemned" inscribed in the middle. They looked like a henna tattoo rather than scars or fresh wounds. She laughed at me and said I was worthy of making a movie out of. That upset me, I felt mocked and belittled. So I smiled and fought her back more viciously, saying that movies are fake and nothing like real life. The real world is full of pain and suffering and confusion and the cinema world is something that takes us away from fake synthetic things like her. I could clearly hear the song "Blue Orchid" by The White Stripes as I continued to scold her and beat her. Thoughts and Stuff There were other small segments that involved stuffing hundred dollar bills into my bra, more tuppaware incidents that had nesting doll qualities, and screwing a girl that I used to have a thing for (still have a thing for? lol). Most of my dreams have been very nostalgic and exhausting to recall lately but this one made me wake up refreshed and curious. If you would like to share some insight, feel free.