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I typed this out already, and it did not save. So here goes take two. I have kept a dream journal for years so I have more written down somewhere but this is my most recent dream. Today, an hour ago. -> It starts at my roommate's house, in her backyard where we have set up a giant projector to play movies against the back of her house. We have dragged all the furniture outside and arranged it to look like the living room. I am sitting in a reclining chair with another person watching the movie which is black and white and makes the whole yard glow a grey/blue fluorescent color. Everything is there in perfect deal, the other houses, the fences, the cars driving by in the front, people's shadows moving in their windows but it is all a strange color. I can feel the person I am sitting with's arm and it feels so real that I begin to wonder if I am dreaming. -> Next we are in that same friend's bedroom with all of the same people around and I keep saying "I cannot tell if I am dreaming." Because I really cannot tell and I want someone to tell me if I am. Her room is that same grey/blue color and everyone in the room is that color, except for one person who comes in and tells us he is going home. He looks normal, and when he hugs me goodbye it feels like a real hug so I am confused again. I wake up for a minute but I can still feel myself being hugged. I fall asleep again. -> I am home, at my grandparent's house, looking out the window at the neighbor's houses and describing to someone the people who live in them. We decided to take a walk and as we pass the house that sits on the curve of the street- a really mysterious house because I have never once seen the woman who lives there- what looks like a SWAT team comes racing out. Suddenly, there is a war going on and it is then that I realized I have been seeing this dream from the point of view of someone else, someone who is not me, someone who knows what is going on because he is for some reason a part of it all. -> At some point, I lose myself. At the gas station in my neighborhood, the two sides are standing off but I know I am there so when they start shooting at each other, I find myself and try to get us out. While they are shooting and fighting, we get outside and I use this white powder/dust to shrink us down so that we can use this Thumbelina-esqu bumblebee motorcycle to get away. The enemy follows and we are suddenly fighting this unseen, shrunken battle while the lives of everyday, normal people go on. They do not notice as we fly through their yards and past their windows until the enemy decides to pour the powder over everyone, to drown the streets in it. Soon everyone is either too small or normal and everyone is mixed up in the fight and I have lost myself again. -> I struggle to find myself now in the chaos, while people try to get me to help them find other people or to help them escape and while I am still fighting the enemy. The whole world as far as I can tell is covered in that white powder, like snow, and nobody can control what size they are. I almost find myself, I can see me right there but then I am suddenly back in the chair in that yard, watching the black and white movie. And I wake up.