2000= I was 21/22 years old, lived at home. I worked full time at a textile factory, I wrote often, read atleast one fantasy or romance novel a week. I was busy getting cats spayed and adopted. No dating but spent some time visiting and communicating with friends. This is when my dream journaling began.

…Sitting in a car on the ridge at a huge mall, Cordelia (from Buffy the Vampire Slayer) and another girl are talking to her and they leave. We are in the car beside them. Me, Giles, Buffy, Zander and Willow, I think.

Time skips and some of us are at a store down the road. I go into the bathroom. It's large and dingy, kinda like warehouse feel. There was someone hurt there. She left a great deal of bloody bandages in the sink. I go up to the sink and put my hands into the rags to see how much blood is there. The girl had left already and I am going to clean up for her, washing the blood down the sink.

Time skips again and I'm home. Giles is sick and I'm bleeding badly from my nose and mouth. It's a disease and, because of it, I'm bleeding so bad that I have to spit it out as my mouth fills up. I'm talking to Buffy who is in the car and she's promising to try and find a cure or what is causing it…

…I was in the shadows of a bar, realizing that a man was fighting a woman. I remember feeling that it was my fight and I was ashamed that someone else was doing it for me. I took his place and he took mine at the bar and I started to fight her. She wasn't angry, only calm and persistent and I knew that it wouldn't end but if I needed the other to fight again, he would…

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…we were in the living room of our house (Becky, Elizabeth, me and Joey - all family members). There was something Becky wanted to do and Joey wouldn't let her. She felt bad about it and I wanted to help.

We were suddenly outside and I was leaning against a fallen tree with my dream husband, a native american with dark skin, long black hair. I was very pregnant and I told Becky she could help me deliver the baby and she could wear my wedding ring until I went into labor so she'd remember how important she was to the birth.

I told her, "Now, this is very special." I was tearful when I said it. "You must not lose it because this is the ring my father-in-law gave to his wife when they married." The ring was a beaten up, simple band of gold that was alittle big for my finger but I still cherished it.

I gave birth to a baby boy against the dead tree with Becky and my husband helping. It was vivid as I held him. He was a big baby, pink skin, lots of black hair and beautiful. He looked like his father, Danny. I took him immediately, pulling up my white T-shirt to breast-feed. I remember looking up at my husband who sat with me, thinking how gorgeous he looked.

Time skipped alittle. My husband was carrying the baby into the house and I stopped to get my ring back from Becky. I remember apologizing to her because she didn't get to help then recalled that she did. I put the ring back on my finger and examined it closely.

I went back into the house to see my husband holding the baby close, talking to my mother along with some strangers there. There was a problem with some woman there. I was suppose to take care of it so I walked into the next room.

She was standing there waiting for me (the blonde witch from 'Beastmaster') and I walked around a bend in the wall because I wanted to clean myself up alittle after having given birth but she came and we began to fight with magic. Mainly throwing things at each other. I knew she wanted me dead but I just felt like the fight wasn't that serious. Like we were more like old friends fooling around and there was no fear that she would win.

I ducked back to that other room that I had tried to go into earlier when the fighting got to be too much. There was a bed there so, I sat, expecting to be tired from giving birth earlier but I wasn't. A girl followed me into the room saying, "How do you think I feel? She created me out of a story book." She was the magician's false daughter. I guess we must have been talking before hand as we walked but I don't remember. But, I do recall telling her about the birth.

Time skipped again and we were fighting again. She was starting to win by tripping me up with threads of yarn so, I opened the door and left the fight. I felt worried that she would come after me so I opened it back up. She was inside, gathering up thread where it was becoming a yellow, tasseled scarf. I grabbed the scarf and said thank you in a cocky-sort-of-way and shut the door.

I wanted my baby. Danny, who had been waiting for me, told me that they had to keep the baby at least 60 yards from the witch. It was now that I discovered that I had been fighting her for my son because her false daughter wasn't enough.

I asked to get him and my husband said he was with my mother and pointed to the door next to us. It was locked with a long chain so I could see her and a few others but I could not get in. They were seated in a semi-circle, being council members. I was their…leader or something. Queen, maybe.

I tried to get her attention then finally snaked my arm in and tapped her. She finally turned and I asked for my son back. The door swung open and I was thinking of wrapping my son in the yellow scarf then denied myself, thinking the witch might have cursed it…

…I had just been found by the people who had lost me a few years ago. They were a king and queen and I was their young prince. It was in another land. I was in a living room area with my mother. She was beautiful, regal, slim with brown hair and she was wearing a yellow dress to wear to a function she had planned. She's the one that told me to start exploring and that's were I found out that I had been found and returned to them. I think she was worried that I wouldn't fit back in.

It was really clean and neat with many hallways, rooms and doors. I was walking down one hall and I suddenly began running through it excitedly, because I had recalled it from other dreams. I remembered that there was a high porch that wrapped around the entire building so I burst out of one door and froze.

My "father" was conducting a military funeral there, so I ducked back in. I had drawn attention but I wasn't in the mood to care. It was if I respected it but it didn't bother me 'cause I didn't know. My sister was there suddenly as she usually was, hovering in the background and I asked her if they did funerals here often.

She said he did them constantly. "How do you know when it's being done? How do you not disturb them?" "There's a sign on the door." I got close to the door where she pointed and I saw that the old paper sign blended in. I shrugged and nodded, satisfied.

This occurred alittle later and I had noticed the funeral in another window before. As soon as I ducked back from interrupting them, I ran back through another door onto the porch. It was huge and had plants and guards. There were other people there with me besides my "sister". There were boys my age. I think I was 14 or 15 and dressed in military best, braiding on the uniform and all.

I began exploring the outside, taking in as much excitement in it as I could. I remember my friends saying that I had changed. I had left as a small boy because I didn't remember anything about this place or, atleast, it was only vaguely familiar. It was actually the outside of my old elemetary school.

I remember a descending tunnel in a maze of roads that was artistically created and sliding down the tunnel, encouraging others to do so, even though they didn't usually do such things. They were taught to be too serious. I recall my mother being in some kind of formal function out in the front yard where I was playing. I recall knowing she was out there and seeing people in gowns and tuxedoes. I also knew that even though I was crowned prince I didn't really want to stay even though I was beginning to feel at home…