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April 17, 2011 Notes Went to bed at 2am, woke up at 12, laid in bed half awake until 1pm. Woke up with a headache. Motifs of foreboding, weird adventures, gloomy days, family. Lately, I have had a lot of ominous, weird dreams. Usually my dreams are more carefree. Also I did not have even one lucid dream this weekend, which is unusual. Something is going on? Entry 005 I am in the basement of my grandparent's house. For some reason the entire basement is made up of sand and dirt, and off in the corner there is a dock in an underground ocean that seems to stretch on forever. I am with my cousin, <PERSON>. We are told to dig. The door upstairs disappears. As we are digging, we strike some kind of artifact. It looks like an egyptian canopic jar with a hawk's head as a lid. The hawk's eyes glint at me. My cousin and I step away; there is something ominous and threatening about the artifact. As we step away we see a woman in the corner of the room. Her body is blackened and decaying, and strips of moldering gauze hang from her black hair and limbs. We are suddenly aware that this woman is the guardian of this artifact, and that she will kill whomever she sees as a threat, more often males than females. I block <PERSON> from sight, my arms stretched wide in defense. We back up as far as we can go, all the way down the dock. The woman is floating several inches from the ground, slowly following us to the corner we have driven ourselves into. The closer she comes, the more I am aware of how beautiful she is. Despite her decayed appearance, there is something beautiful about her presence, like a vengeful goddess or valkyrie. She is before us now. She pauses, turns a gleaming eye upon me, then my cousin. And she is gone. -- I am with my grandparents in their house, but for some reason my grandparent's in this instance are japanese instead of caucasian. They are having dinner and they want me to stay with them, but I cannot, I have something important to do. They lay out the food, all of my favorites. They are trying to entice me to stay with them, to stay there forever. I feel tempted, but I cannot stay here, there is something else... -- I am on a beach. I am standing in between two canoes filled with rowers. We are at a rowing competition and I am the coach for the team on my left. As I am giving the rowers some hot chocolate to energize them (dreams make no sense) before the big match, some one comes up to me and tells me that adding red pepper to the drinks will help them to get more energy. I do not ask any questions, why would they lie to me? I give my rowers the hot chocolate with red pepper in it. The match starts, but for some reason I am distracted and I head up to a shack not too far from the beach where the competition is going on. The shack is on a squat kind of cliff that overlooks the sea. As I reach the top, the sky starts to look overcast and the sea is getting rough. I enter the shack. It is pitch black in here. Even though the door is open, the light somehow cannot penetrate the darkness of the hut. I walk a couple steps into the house and stop suddenly when something grabs my ankle. I look down, it is the photographer of the event, clearly dying. Blood is frothing around his mouth, pouring out of his chest, puddling on the ground and he is gasping desperately. He tells me everything is a plot, that someone is planning something sinister. I rush back out to the beach. My team has lost, but I expected that after what the photographer said. This loss is not important, there is something much bigger going on... I awaken.