Holy shit ... How long has it been since I actually wrote a dream entry ...lesee... March ...ten whole months...Jeezus I'm such a friggin' slacker...Anyway! I don't wanna get distracted anymore ..so! Moving on. -Flowers- I was blonde in this dream and I was wearing a black dress; a very flowy type of dress. I'm in this gallery/museum type of place; I don't know how I got there. The first room was all black marble; the floor, the walls the ceiling, everything. In the center stood a coffin or more a pedastle, it too was black marble, but the glass top made it a coffin. Inside there was,what else but a corpse? That is what you put in coffins after all. It was the mummified corpse of a woman all surrounded by leaves and twigs and flowers, she even had these short sticks and dried flowers sticking out of her eye sockets, her mouth was gaping torribly as she stared blindly up at the ceiling. This made me uneasy, her form there in the coffin. I knew she created something; some form of purification system or something using flowers. I don't really know what it was but I remember looking at all these people, so excited about this woman and her system. It was like a cult. I moved on into the next room, away from her body because, as I said, it made me very uneasy. The next room was just as the last; black marble everywhere you could see. There were tables here, glass cases filled with various things, but I did not stop to look at these. Instead I moved to two men over in the far corner. Both were black, both reminding me of bouncers. They wore black suits, sunglasses, your basic goverment stereotype. I watched them a moment before looking to the far wall to see her portrait, the woman's portrait... she had brown hair and was quite pretty and I asked them, "That's her isn't it? Susan ... that's her name...isn't it?" And I smirked. They just looked at me as if they weren't sure I was to be trusted, as though I were some danger, that I might do them or their precious Susan harm... I admit... I was very interested in this woman and her ...system... it did not bode well, didn't sit right with me. But I was ...smug... I knew ...if it came to it... I would step in ... and end this ... but I wanted to observe ... And then my alarm clock went off ...-sigh-