Hmm....this journal thing is new to me so try to keep up, I'm going to go through this quickly...My name is Nicole...or Nikki....you can even call me Hollywood if you'd like....I'm about 5'5 with blonde hair and green eyes...I'm very pale...yes...very pale...some people complain...that I'm too pale....let's see...I live in Ansonia, Connecticut...next to Shelton....maybe you've heard of it...I'm very shy....it doesn't normally seem so.. I'm very...outspoken...brutally honest....how do shy and outspoken go together...? I don't know, consult a psychiatrist...they know that kind of stuff....well...now that's out of the way.....this is a dream journal...yes...a dream journal....so that is mostly what I'll be writing in here....of course I'll write other things, this is -my- journal, right? Okay so....I have some pretty fucked up dreams....dead people and the like....I've just started remembering more of them....so...after consulting one of my dearest of friends I've decided to keep a journal...maybe you all can give me some insight, ya? I haven't been having any dreams lately...too tired...no time for shit like that...no premonitions or anything much either....oh..and for all those who believe premonitions are just visions...they aren't...they're thoughts too.....I'll go into that in a later entry......alright...since I haven't had any dreams since monday...you'll just have to read that one and the one before it...have fun... Dreams ~White Witch~ let's see....there were two groups of people....one group practiced white magic...the other practiced black...we were all gathered in this one room...it looked kinda like a parking garage, all smooth and shiny concrete....but it...wasn't....it was connected to two other buildings...the one on the ....left...depending on what direction you were facing...looked exactly like the one we were all in...except more windows...there was something in there that I needed...but I'll get into that soon....the building on the right...was...an old mansion or something...half of which would be quarters to the white witches...the other half to the black mages...now that we have that down...I was a black mage in the beginning of this dream...until my beloved friend Renee showed up...she was a white witch at the time...and she did something....and then I was a white witch too...and then...something happened...there was a lot of confusion...Renee and I were seperated...I fell in with the black mages...again....then this short blonde girl ran up to me....(Seth and I have decided to call her Amy for now...) so...Amy ran up to me...I'd never seen here before...but she seemed to know me..we were yelling...it was loud...everyone was...in panic....she told me...to go with her....I told her I couldn't because I was a black mage..(she was a white witch by the way)...I said...I had to find Renee...so she could help me again....she said...she didn't know where Ren was...or that..Ren couldn't help me anymore...or both...I'm not sure...but she said that she was a white witch too...and that she could help...I remember I was looking down the hall....looking for Ren...it took me a while to realize what Amy wanted...but I agreed...so I'm a white witch again...now I'm in grey...or...light coffee brown...but I'm pretty sure it was grey...(I was in black and purple...as was Ren...)....then Ren shows up....she's a black mage now...I wanted her to go with me and Amy....but she couldn't....Amy told her...as long as she was "earth based" she could come with us....I seemed to know what she meant at the time....so now Ren's in brown...she's "earth based"....then she's gone for the rest of my dream...it didn't seem to bother me....we all move down this hallway to the right...it was very bright there... there was a staircase on the left that led up... down the hall some mine and Amy's room was on the right....we were very close after she'd...saved me...perhaps...even in love...or very close to it......later that night I went out into the hall...I don't know why...or where Amy was...she may have been asleep....but anyway...I went across the hall itno a room covered in red...red tapestries, draperies, furniture....the next about five rooms were the same....some varying furniture and what not but basically the same...anywho....so I get about two rooms in and sense danger...I remember looking around...trying to find my way out...but it was storming and the lights only flickered on for a few seconds about every five minutes...I remember...getting deeper and deeper in...and I knew it...but I couldn't find my way back....the last red room I entered led back into the main hall but it was here that I met the demon....he was a ...humanoid type of demon...no weird creature shit...antlers like a ram...that type of thing....he was smiling at me...and I was just standing there...staring up at him....then Amy came from behind me...pulling me away....she said none should cross paths with that demon or "we will turn to ash or our tongues will die..."....the last part confused me but I followed anyway.....then...early morning...it's still dark...again with the exploration....you'd think I'd learned....but no....back out into the hall I went...turned to my...right....there was a rectangular mirror on the wall there...and a table...under and to the left of the mirror...it was...made of oak or white ash...some kind of light colored wood....polished and what not...on it was a vase...sage green speckled with darker green...the flowers in it looked like daisies with green centers...but some of the were pink....anyway...back to the mirror...so I look into it...and then to my ...left this time....which...was my right...when I left my room...but ...right...mirror...so I look to my left...and there he is again...the demon...I think he may have been some kind of summon...or maybe just a presence in the house...but he was smiling again...I remember feeling the fear that rose in my chest and throat...physically feeling it.....but I looked back at the mirror....remembered that as long as I didn't pass the mirror...I was safe...some sort of...safe haven spell....then I turned completely away from this demon....brushing him off entirely...I had a more...masculine personality in this dream...I don't know if that has any relevance...but I go down the hall...up some old concrete stairs...and outside...there's grey morning light....all of us..the white witches...we're all outside...in the middle...well...closer to the end of some type of morning prayer....there was another blonde girl...taller than myself...in a white dress...she was singing..in some..other language....maybe...Gaelic...Amy found me then....the prayer ended...and Amy was yelling...leading me back toward the house..mansion..thing....then I woke up... ~Clairvoyant~ this...was more of a nightmare....it had me up typing an e-mail at 5:30 AM....I'll just....put that e-mail...in here...I'm...tired of typing... ....I think it's....umm...yeah...it's 5:40 AM here....I woke up this morning...at 4:17....another dream....no...more of a nightmare....not with Amy...no...this is separate from that.....I was...a young girl in this dream...maybe...8...or 10...somewhere in there...with dark brown hair...in curls...maybe ringlets....I think...I was...clairvoyant....I remember...I was in my house...the one I live in now.....I had a step father....he had sandy blond hair and blue eyes....he drove a pick-up....it was black or...maybe dark blue....my mother...wasn't home yet.....I remember that.....and the police...were at my house....they came...to arrest my step father........he'd just pulled into the driveway.....I didn't like my step father..... I remember there was an overweight middle-aged officer with brown hair...he'd been the one caring for me......while this whole...ordeal took place....my step father....shot him or something....I was taken by a female officer...she was black....very pretty...very gentle....for some reason...it was the next day after that....the woman officer dropped me off at at my step father's store...it looked like down town Shelton almost.....I remember she asked me to sign something....I took it inside the shop with me...and signed it...Claire M something....I'd been crying...and I saw my step father...walk toward me from down the hallway....I looked away...he scared me....I hated him....I went back outside looking for the lady officer....to give her back the paper...and more so in hopes that she would protect me from my step father....but she wasn't there anymore.....there was a consignment shop next door to my step father's store... I remember there was a boy a few years my senior...with his father and sister...the shop had just closed...there was a banner in the window...it was coffee colored.....it said We're Closed....As I am a thief I...then it said three things in smaller print beneath that...the letters were white......I thought it odd to announce that to the world...but no one else found it strange....then I continued down the side walk...I saw a white car an new it was my mother's....I followed til the edge of the street.....there was a stoplight and the car had stopped....she looked back at me...I knew it was her...but she was a corpse....quite decomposed...her eyes were white...glazed over...I knew...she'd drowned...or...she was in water....her body at least....I gasped....and then I was me again....blonde sixteen year old me...I was in my high school...I was talking to Phil...we were joking about something....we were in the art hallway....next to the nurses office...I looked outside...there were two people ...washing cars...one was a blue car the other was...black or charcoal grey....I opened the door there...and just stood there holding it open....then one of the teachers came to yell....we aren't supposed to open those doors....I know that teacher...but I can't remember his name...I asked him...who those people were...he said he didn't know...then I was Claire again....the teacher and Phil were gone....there were a bunch of kids in the hallway....mostly boys...football players I think....I remember...one of the people washing the cars...turned around and smiled at me....she was washing...the blue car...she was the owner of the consignment shop....the "thief"...and I knew...she had been responsible...for the death of my mother....then my history teacher was in the hall beside me...asking if I was alright...I was still Claire....I remember turning to him and saying "Mr.Rotteck...can I tell you something?" he said sure...and I looked around...I was nervous....I walked down the hallway some...trying to find somewhere...where there were no or few people....but I couldn't....I remember...I was holding onto his arm...and had stopped...to look into the gym...my mother was there...in all her ghastly goodness as the deceased....I'd known she was there...before I looked...she was sitting on the bleachers...and had looked to me...before turning her attention back to the class...I'd looked away sharply....and turned back to Mr.Rotteck...and then I told him...how I'd seen my mother...and he pulled away from me...then I woke up...I was scared to death....I...cried... I'm done now....I hope you've...enjoyed your trip.....good night...