I had a completely warped dream / nightmare last night. I couldn't remember the dream for the first part but what i remember vividly was the second part of it. I was taking this transparent lifts where you could see through the glass lift doors so when i exited the lift I was in as the lift moved down, to my horrow i saw a lady standing at the top of the lift. Of course in a dream you don't question what's going. Then i realised on the other lift there was also another lady on the top of the lift and both ladies seemed to be distraught and trying to find a way to escape from being at the top of the lift. I was trying to signal to them i was getting help but I wasn't sure if they heard me calling them. Apparently we were on quite a high ground, then one of the ladies grabbed the cables and tried to swing for the door. I was desperately worried for her as it was a big gamble. My worst fears were confirmed as she lost her grip and came smashing down like a doll being thrown from the top floor bumping into objects real hard. Somehow, her body landed smack on top of the other lady's lift and she splatter gooey stuff onto the lady. It seemed that she had a chance of surviving, the other lady obviously disgusted by the mess just pushed the other lady.... I was horrified by the scene unfolding my eyes and felt really sick. Then I woke up....

I was pretty disturbed by the dream and bumped my wound which started bleeding. I tried giving morning calls to the porcupine but I assumed her phone was on silent. Anyways after a while i drifted to La la land and the dream continued. I dreamt that an investigation took place. Where three suspects were hauled into the interrogation room with Charles a friend of mine. Don't ask me why I was at the interrogation room. The funny thing is we started taking out paint ball revolvers and shooting each other. Suspects and us. I was hiding behind one pillar when all of a sudden i heard multiple groans and screams. When I turned around into the room, dead bodies were all over the place. All with a hole punched right through their chests like as if some aliens did that. The next thing i knew i heard some auntie cleaners nearby and motioned for them to come help me. As i rushed back, I saw Charles struggling to write the killer's name. It spelt Stella. Stella sensei!! I was shocked beyond words and tried to ask Charles what happened. Before I could hear anything, I woke up again. Scary dream...