..I had...a dream...a repeat...and it reminded me...of another....and that of another....so get ready for a bit of reading... -=Water=- I was a little boy in this dream....I think...my hair...may have started out...dark brown...but I know...it was bright ass blue through a lot of the dream...blue like the water...like tropical water....super blue... I was maybe 8 yrs old...I was afraid of the water...but we were all swimming...just...me...and a bunch of people...heading...to shore...it was...very far away...I remember there were platforms in the water. They were black with little blue lines around the edges... I remember...I was on them...jumping from one to the next... when I came near to the shore...I looked a back a moment...there were two little girls...on another platform...one fell into the water...I kept leaping from platform to platform...but I looked back...she hadn't resurfaced...the waters were rough...then I was me...ya know the girl me...I sighed...I was debating...going back for the girl...I knew...it was right...but I do so fear deep water....but I dove in...There was only an envelope...but I knew...for some reason...that it was...somehow the girl I'd seen...it was a manila envelope...one of those envelopes you put important mail in...I grabbed it and brought it to the other girl on the platform...she grabbed me and hugged me, crying...she was saying thank you over and over again...the envelope...said Hi Kris on the front of it...I remember that for some reason...I've had this dream before...but this ending is different...I think.. -=Weakness=- I'm going to see one of my mother's friends...to get a haircut I think...but the woman isn't home...my mother and I leave the house...and we're in a mall...my mother goes to one of those stands in the hall...with all the glass cases...she's going to buy something...I kneel down to tie my shoe...but when I'm done...I can't stand up again...I keep trying and trying...but I haven't the strength...my body just feels so exhausted and weak...there's a line of people...but no one moves to help me stand....it's always he same...except one time... -=Mall Nightmare...and Opera Too...=- it starts out with the former dream...except the woman was home...she spoke to us about something...then the whole weakness incident...then I'm walking around the mall...I believe there are six floors...that makes this one the third... I believe...someone was with me...perhaps Ren...or my brother...I believe...it was...Ren actually...or...someone...I was looking at one of those "you are here" maps that show the floor plan... I was looking for something...or someone...I remember...going...to B1...it was all smooth concrete...there was an elevator...and stairs or an escalator to the right...and a hallway...which I went down...I met up with a doctor of sorts...this place...was a home...for disabled children like retarded..*despises that word..*..one of them I was very close to...however...it was also...like a psyche ward...where there were experiments being held...horrible...bloody experiments...cutting awake people open and such...*shudder...* I ran...I saw the child...stayed with him a while...then had to leave...I went back out to the room with the stairs and elevator...there were a handful of people...a few smiling...not a good smile either...I headed back upstairs I guess because now I was on the fifth floor...it was very fancy...great lighting...a chandelier...lots of windows in gold frames...like something you might see in New York...then I remembered...I had...an opera or something to go to...I was trying to find it...and then I found the way there..floating stairs... this was the sixth floor...it was large...lots of seats...red and gold patterned carpeting.. the stage front and center of the room...the back wall was rounded...all the seats...mostly high...like balcony seats...(red, gold and smooth concrete seem to symbolize something in my dreams...nothing very good either hmm...) I knew the opera or whatever was sad...morbid...that's all I remember..