i had a nightmare last night. i kept waking up and knowing i was having a nightmare; then when i fell back asleep the nightmare continued. when i think about the nightmare now i am awake, it was really weird. but it was awful too. i dreamt i was at home, in londontown, and it was really late (i had stayed up watching tv (not a normal pastime in my house, i assure you, which made the dream weirder). i was taking out my contacts, in a bathroom on the first floor that was located where we have our library in real life. i looked out the back windows into our driveway (before taking out my contacts) and saw a man in a jeep, who was turned around, wearing sunglasses (very weird, it was past midnight) looking straight at me but he didn't see me. then somebody cut the power. all the lights went out - in the grounds behind our house, in the house itself - it was pretty much pitch black. i knew something was very wrong - they were going to invade the house and hurt us (we were protecting something valuable, a valuable piece of knowledge that my dad knew). so i ran up the stairs two at a time, and woke up my dad, asked where my mother was, and my younger brother. he said they were upstairs on the computer. so i told him we needed to go in the hideout because people were coming. we ran upstairs with our cat and apparently there was a secret, soundproof, bomb-proof room on the third floor* off the computer room. and the computer room had lots of bookshelves (not true in waking life), one of which was a secret doorway to this room that was equipped for us to hide in for several days. we were stuck in there forever. it got more and more complicated - the people invading the house could detect cell phone signals, to tell where we were, so we couldn't use our cell phones to call for help (my brother had his mobile phone with him in my dream), but we had a computer on a separate wireless network that we communicated through. and a swat team had to come because the people invading the house had a bomb.

at the point where a swat team member told us (via the computer) that they had subdued the invaders and we could come out, i woke up. i've been off ever since (i usually am when i wake up from the middle of a dream). very exhausted and my brain hurts. i was amazed how traumatized i felt when i woke up. it was the weirdest dream i've had in a while.

c'est bizarre.

*i was thinking later, once i woke up and had had a shower, that it was really pointless to have a shelter on the third floor. i mean, if the house collapsed, we'd be goners. for future reference: if i ever have a bomb shelter in my house, or whatever you want to call the secret room, it will be in the basement. however, the fact that i just shared this does not give you license to invade my house and steal the valuable knowledge that only i, in the entire world, know.

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