i'm outside, sitting at some sort of a round table with some friends (people, save one, i've never seen before in real life). there's some contest happenning which i'm not participating in, but for some reason, i'm voting/presiding/advising. this goes on for a bit. but then i see what looks like the Reaper standing behind the people sitting across from me, slightly to the left. basically, your standard skeleton with a black robe, but instead of a scythe, it has a sign. i think the sign is hanging from around its neck by a chain. the sign says something like "If you can't see, then you don't deserve." it might have been "see this" or "see it," and i swear that there was some word after "deserve," but i couldn't make it out. unpainted metal chain, white sign, two lines of black text. of course, no one sees the spooky guy except me, so i figure that i'm safe because i *can* see him, and that everyone else there is done for because they can't see him. nice try. i glance in a different direction, and i realize one of people sitting at the table is holding a gun up to my head - the dead center of my forehead, point blank. she pulls the trigger. i hear the explosion, but i don't feel anything. i see a flash of a third person vision, and i see myself with a perfectly round bullethole in my forehead. switch back to first person. i can feel the blood drip down the front of my face into my mouth. i can taste it. my head falls on to the table, but the dream doesn't end there. it just keeps going. people sitting around a table discussing whose going to win the contest. i'm lying there and i can see and hear everything, but i can't move or speak. obviously, since i'm dead. they decide, hold up a photo of the winner in front of my face (the winner's name is Nori), and i wake up.

i just roll over and go back to sleep.

now i'm trapped on the border between india and pakistan, and i'm trying to get home. i've lost my passport and all other crucial documents. i'm outside on the side of a road, trying to hitch a ride, maybe near a border checkpoint tollbooth-like structure. there's thick green forest on each side of the road. the kind of forest you see in the mountains. a nice forest, not spooky. simultaneously, i also seem to be meeting with a constant stream of officials, bribing each one to move me each step closer to getting home. there's not a line of them, but singularly, a different one keeps appearing from nowhere to discuss my next steps, taking some money, and then leaving. but i'm starting to run out of money, and there's not a single car on the road. finally, some guy walks up says he's finally gotten me a ride. i should follow him. he leads me up the road a ways until the border is no longer in sight. i think we're in pakistan, and i'm concerned about that. he starts walking up this dirt road turn-off with a metal gate across it, the kind of metal gate you might see on a farm. the road goes over a small hill, so i can't see where it leads. i look behind me and there, across the street, back from where we came, is the robed skeleton man. here, in my new, different, unrelated dream, he looks exactly the same and he's got the same goddamn sign. at least this time, he's further away. i turn back to continue following the guy who's going to hook me up with a ride, and there he is, holding the same big fat silver dirty harry revolver up to my forehead. yes, we seem to have been here before. i see/hear a sedan drive by on the road behind me - the first car on the road in the whole dream. then, bang. same third person flash, same bullethole, same dripping blood. as i taste it in my mouth this time, i wake up.

now i'm kind of disturbed, but still really really tired, so back to sleep i go.

some kind, fat man is helping me. i know he's a criminal of some kind, perhaps related to organized crime in some fashion. but he doesn't seem like a bad guy. i'm crashing at his house for the night, stopping over on my way home. (is this some connection to the previous dream?) it's a big house. he's busy somewhere doing work. maybe he's playing cards. i just know he's sitting at a table on the first floor and he's busy. so i start exploring the house. i'm all by myself, but again, it's not spooky. the first floor is filled with sitting rooms all furnished will plain solid colored furniture. i go up the straight staircase, and turn right into the long hallway. they're all bedrooms up here. three on the left, three on the right, and one at the end. the three on the left are all exactly the same. the three on the right and the one on the end are different from the left side ones, but exactly the same as each other. the rooms have one window and one rectangular rug. the rug is near the window. all solid colors, no patterns. the floors are painted the same color as the walls. the left rooms are a dark salmon pink color. the right ones are a yellowish white, and are slightly bigger than the left ones. all of the rooms are empty of furniture except the middle room on the left, which has a small twin bed. the left side of the bed against the near wall, and has a wood headboard and footboard with little posts on the corners. it looks cozy. i choose this one as my room and start getting into bed to go to sleep. i'm in bed, ready to sleep, when i notice that at foot of the bed, on the bottom left corner, literally standing on bedframe and footboard, is our recurring creepshow, closer than even. "if you can't see, then you don't deserve." i think he gives me a moment to notice he's there and that everything's the same, sign and all. and now he's holding the gun to my head. i don't really wait for the rest, i just wake up.

at this point, i'm like Fuck This and i get up to get ready to go to work.