March 25th, 2012
I wake up and once again no recall. I go back to sleep in hopes of possibly having a fragment. Wake up again and I have something, but I am awoken from my gf's phone ringing. She starts talking as I'm running around the room mad. Got my DJ, closed the bedroom door, but I lost it. I sit down at the kitchen table and stare at the blank page where a dream was supposed to be written. As I do that another dream comes back to me. May be it was from the first awakening, may be it was the same dream, but my mind sold it to me as a different one.... doesn't matter.
The disease
Me and my girlfriend are in Paris. Walking alongside a river. She says that she has something for me. She takes out a poland spring water bottle full of white powder like substance and pours it on my arm. She says its the bubonic plague and I earned it (I actually think it is at this point I realized I was in Paris). She says she is angry at me and she had her reasons to do this.
I run home to shower in hopes that it does not take effect right away. As I am going home I am starting to think about my relatives: my mother, my dad. I thought I would say goodbye for the last time, but not say that I am in danger of having the sickness. At this point the dream started changing. I am still running home and still to call my relatives, but now it is for a different reason. The sickness takes a step back. I almost forget about it. I want to call them because of "inevitability of death," as I remember it. I want to make sure I talk to them because you never know when it will be my last time.
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Glad to have something down for this morning, even if it is not a lucid.
