Like I've previously mentioned, I don't dream all that much, but when I do, it can be a humdinger.

I've noticed I do tend to dream portions of movies - likely due to my pop culture fascination. Made up movies anyway.

Last night's was somewhere in act three of a horror/thriller.

Okay, here's what was established before last night's clip in the movie-of-my-mind. I was in a house very similar to our own with a king or queen sized bed pointing out from one wall with a closet to its right (when facing it). Like in our real life bedroom, the closet door is one of those with folding mirrored doors. The bedroom door is to the right of the closet.

I am a captive of some red-haired woman. Don't know who she is, likely an amalgam of redheads I've known, but she has taken me from Lisa or done away with her somehow. Either way, Lisa is not there. She is controlling me by slowly poisoning me, taking away my will and health.

I am coming to bed. She is lying there waiting for me with a come-hither smile. I know that in her hand is a syringe - what might be the final injection to accomplish whatever she's been trying to do. I climb into bed slowly and she rolls towards me.

I am able to get enough strength and will back to struggle just as she plunges the needle at me. By surprising her, I'm able to twist the needle so it stabs into her chest. She falls back and I leap out of bed.

I'm not strong enough to go far and I grab to doorjamb. She gets out of bed - as it was a gradual poison, she only got a small dose and comes after me. I turn to see her and -

Okay, you know when you turn around in a dark room and you see...something. It's like when you look at a light and then move your eyes away and still see it. So as your eye passes quickly from a lit piece of wall or something into a dark area you see...something in the darkness. Kids think its ghosts when they see it, but it's more of an illusion of light.

Or is it?

I turn to see her and I see the illusion just beside the corner of wall between the door and closet. Only it's bright and sparkling. I don't know if this is some inherent power that was released by my weakened condition or something outside taking advantage, but it's real.

I grab at it, yanking at something insubstantial, but still there. It's like the illusion is a sheet of cloth, covering the mirror with our reality. Whatever it is, I tear it off.

She screams, seeing something in the mirror that I cannot.

He scream rejuvenates me. I don't know what is in the mirror for her - I cannot see it - but with renewed strength I grab her by the back of her neck and force her in front of the mirror. I am screaming at her, "LOOK AT IT! IT'S YOURS!" The doors are shaking violently - I don't know if I'm doing it or they are doing it by themselves.

She struggles but can't break free. In the mirror I can see a face forming, moving closer. It is vulpine in aspect, predatory. It's looking right at her, but I think it's aware of me and

I wake up. Lisa is shaking me. I was talking in my sleep, mumbling and saying things like "She's making me..." I don't recall what she was making me do.

Weird.

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