I was at school with my friends when suddenly the dream changed. <PERSON> pushed me down and was about to try to rape me, but I kicked him in the balls and yelled "what the hell are you doing". He seemed to calm down a bit, so I got up and was going to fight him. Even though he could easily outfight me IRL, here he ran away. Suddenly the dream changed and I was in a hotel. It was supposedly 50 (that is not a typo, it really says 50) stories high. I was in the lobby, which bordered right on the ocean for some inexplicable reason. Suddenly, I saw an enormous (>300 feet) whale pass by, and marveled at its size to <PERSON>, who was back and suddenly not a rapist. All of a sudden, though, I saw a multi-mile-high wave coming at me from a distance. I ran to the elevators, but it was too late. I was caught in the wave and swept to a terrace of some sort on the 589th floor, which was underwater. I swam to an elevator and went to the 43829th (really, I remember the exact number) floor, which was not underwater. There I rendezvoused with <PERSON>, and we were discussing how to escape when I suddenly became lucid. I decided that I did not want to stay in this nightmare, and woke myself up. It was an FA, but I woke up for real a second later.
Place withheld · 2010-06-09 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive
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