I've been having very vivid dreams recently. I'm going to try and recall the one I had last night. I told my mom about it this morning, before she left for work. I stirred some vegetables in the frying pan while I talked about it. I remembered it very clearly in my mind, but I had trouble finding words for it. In all, though, I found it very easy to talk about, which is something I don't experience for most dreams. Often, soon after waking, I cannot really remember my dreams.

I'm with my mom and we're on another one of our vacations. I'm not sure where I am, but I know that I'm in a cab and... I think my mom's sitting in the passenger's seat, and I'm in the back. The cab driver and my mom are talking. That doesn't surprise me, she's always talking to cab driver's. Sometimes it annoys me, but other times it can be interesting. So, anyway, I'm peering out the window, taking in the sights, although I can't recall them now. I do remember crossing a bridge. I also remember taking my camera out and trying to take pictures. The pictures I'm taking aren't coming out that great, they don't usually when I'm taking them from the car.

We aren't sure where the hotel we're staying at is. We find a place that could be it, and so my mom wants me to go check it out. I don't remember getting out of the car, and I have no idea where the cab is, but I walk into the building. I get the feeling that the hotel was nicer than I had expected. The room that I walk into from the entrance is white, but a room next door to it is red and I find myself interested and wanting to walk into it. There are people surrounding me, I remember that most of them had black hair, and they all spoke a language I didn't understand. I want to say that they were Chinese, or some variation of Asian, but I don't really remember.

I'm not sure what happened, but what I remember next is that I'm standing in front of bookshelves. They're lined with small books, they're hard cover. I remember seeing a Ripley's Believe It Or Not. I remember flipping through a few of them, but I can't remember what they were titled or what their contents were.

Then, I'm thrown into a whole new situation.

What I just mentioned about the bookshelves, I can associate it with the vacation, I don't know why, but it's a connection I don't know the reason for, but I know that it exists.

I have a family in this new situation, my own family, not just one member, but 3 or so. There's something terribly wrong with this family I'm in. I can't explain it, I'm trying to, but it's not making any sense. There's some power, something deadly, something dangerous that exists. It's a power that's transferred. It's transferred to my husband, and possibly my children, but I don't remember.

I'm in the kitchen, I don't know how I got there, or why. The feeling that something terrible is going to happen washes over me and I quickly open the top drawer and grab for the butcher's knife. I run out the doors and my husband is chasing after me. He's screaming at me, and he's waving something around, a weapon most likely, but I can't remember what it was. It was probably a knife similar to the one I was clenching in my hands.

He's slowly making his way closer to me, and I can see my children behind him. I can't remember what they were doing, or if they were there at all... the feeling that they were there is coming to me now, as I write this, so I'll just assume they were behind him.

I'm doing that running/jumping/flying thing that they have in those martial arts movies. It's something that occurs often in my dreams, especially when I'm escaping from something.

He's closer, he's nearly underneath me. I'm not high from the ground, he could almost grab me and pull me down, but he isn't tall enough.

I see a fence ahead of me. It's wooden and it's tall. I use all my strength and get over it successfully. I vaguely remember my husband saying something about how he'll find me later, along with other threats, but I can't remember those.

He's also upset about something else. I killed my own child, that's what he tells me... I don't know remember... it's a baby, and it's buried in the ground. I see my husband, frantic, and clawing at the earth, as if I'm right next to him, but I'm not.

Now I'm somewhere else... I can't describe it. Somehow I've also made an ally, someone who will help me. It's a man, and I can't remember much about him, only that I felt safe with him.

It's as if, by jumping over that fence, I jumped into a new place entirely. I didn't jump over and land on the grass, on the other side, the same grass only split into two parts by the fence.

I sense that my husband is near, but he's no longer my husband, and he's no longer a man, he's something else... something I can't describe, something I can't remember.

He's throwing, what seem to be swords, at me. I'm pressed against a wall that's near the part of the wall that has three different depths. I move to the first indent in the wall, the sword misses me and meets with the wall of the indent next to me. I move there next, and the sword he throws next goes to the spot where I just was, and then I move a last time, to the last indent. The last sword he throws misses me.

Then the man who promised to help me, does. He saves me from having to save myself for a fourth time.

I'm so tired. I just woke up from a nap that turned out longer than I had planned it to be.

The dream I had was so vivid. I could almost clearly remember it, even minutes after I had woken up from it.

It's going to be out of order and the details are going to be even more confusing than they were when I experienced it.

I'm with one of my friends. We're somewhere strange, someplace I can't explain even though the picture is still clear in my mind. It's as if we're trying to escape from something that's coming after us, or if we're just trying to escape the place in general. But then, I also get the feeling that we're just exploring. I can't remember, really. But the place, it looks like someplace that's been abandoned.

Then, I'm somewhere else. I'm with another friend. It could be the same friend, but I don't know, I don't think it is, though. We're shopping somewhere and I'm searching around for something for my mom, for a reason I can't explain. I find a green shawl and I ask my friend about it, if I should buy it. I think I try it on and I tear it. Feeling guilty, I put it back and we leave the place.

We continue to walk around. I can't really explain the area where we're walking in, but for some strange reason, I'm thinking of Europe. I can't remember, but I think my friend walks by a book shelve, and then it starts to lean into her and she freaks out. It turns out to be someone dressed as a book shelf.

The dream shifts again, but not completely. It's about a girl who needs to accomplish something, she needs to defeat an evil I can't explain. Her dad or whoever is trying to prepare her for it. Somehow, attacking book shelves is something she'll have to be dealing with. Then it goes to something else, the same dream, but it's at the part where she's trapping someone in a fireplace. Then it's gone.

I find myself on a boat with my friend, the same friend I went shopping with. I take out my camera and start taking pictures. A lot of my pictures are coming out well, but there are some that are all blurred and it's frustrating me.

Then, I'm in an area that resembles a camp. Buildings are surrounding a field of grass on either 2 or 3 sides. Someone calls out for games of soccer and some other sports. I hear soccer and I'm interested in joining, even though it only appears to be guys on the field. The game actually turns out to be ultimate frisbee, so I stand off to the side.

I go on a walk with my friend, and we explore deeper into the field, to areas that aren't domesticated. I can clearly recall the greens, the yellows and the blues that I'm seeing as I'm walking.

I vaguely remember someone telling me about a woman, a woman who comes every so often and enchants someone, and then they disappear. I think I was sitting on a porch with some old lady? I think she was the one who told me about the woman.

Suddenly, there's someone I'm interested in. Not interested in exactly, I'm not sure what feelings I had for him, but the realization that he was important came to me. I almost want to say he was my brother, it seems to be the only word I can describe him as.

So, I'm sitting with my friend and also the guy. Then something strange happens. I can hear music, distantly. Someone is singing, and it turns out to be the woman that the lady mentioned to me. She's calling out to the guy, and he stands up. I'm so confused and scared and I'm struggling to hold onto him. I'm trying to pull him back, to get him sit down again. I frantically try to talk to my friend, and she seems spaced out, and tells me there's nothing to worry about, he's fine. It seems I'm the only one who notices that something is wrong.