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(I wasn't going to post this, but I must exorcise it from my brain because the images won't go away) 

Dreamed I was living in a mostly-abandoned government compound. It was essentially a group of outdated, elevated duplex-like structures on a big plot of land-- all overgrown and yellow with dead grass that reached your knee. I wasn't sure why I was there; I had amnesia, I figured. There were people skulking around all the buildings, peering at the sky. (They all seemed to be on a very potent cocktail of drugs) 

A storm began to roll in, developing swiftly. Everybody had been expecting it. Some of them were shouting "THE EYE OF SATURN! THE EYE OF SATURN!" while tugging at my sleeve and pushing me toward a small tower. I assured them that I knew exactly what to do. I went into the tower and crawled onto the roof through a small hole in the ceiling. Directly above was a swirling black cloud (and the rest of the sky had darkened, also) with flickers of red glowing through. The roof I was standing on began spinning, too and so I laid down, grabbing on to two metal rods by my side. It was horrifying, and I desperately wanted to leave but my body seemed to be paralyzed. 

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Dreamed I was somewhere in Belgium. I was walking along an uneven road in a quiet, tree-shrouded neighborhood. I was on the phone with someone giving me directions to a certain house. I belonged there, they said. When I arrived, a small woman (40-something, brown hair, with a greenish scarf tied loosely around her head) scurried up a stone stairwell and ushered me down and in through the door. She spoke little english, but mumbled something about blood and rituals.

Next I found myself in field not far from the house, near a forest's edge. It was overcast. Others were there with me-- the lady, and also an old man who just wandered around, watching me. The rest (all teen-aged girls) stayed near a dirt trail near the forest's outskirts, pacing in the nude looking frightened. On the ground near my feet there were several crow hatchlings. I sat and stretched out on the grass, letting them burrow in my hair and clothes. After some time the man appeared again, arms in the air, with thick black worms in each hand. (to feed the birds, he said) I walked away, toward the dirt path at the field's edge. The lady followed me. She pointed to one of the girls watching us in the distance, and told me to run.

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