after an awesome dream, that doesn't fit with words, i started dreaming again; but this time knowing i'm dreaming.
so... i'm in front of my house, with some of my dreaming palls (that may only live in those dreamlands) and there's an old car parked right on the other side of the street.
we get closer to take a better look at it...
it empty, only those vintage-brown-leather seats...
as i know i'm dreaming i think to myself "lets create something up now"
i start sayin that there's a woman on the back seat
and for some instants i can actualy see her with the corner of my eye
she was laying on her side, blonde, as white as the long dress she was wearing...
...and she was covered with blood.
i start saying to the others bout the dead girl, but they weren't seeing anything...
then one of them said "no, she's not in the back seet, she's in the front"
i enter the car to take a better look and sitting next to me is not the dead-in-a-bath-of-blood girl, but a pretty young brunette, with a black shirt and a red skirt..
idk if something more interesting happened later, but any ways i'm still a lot impressed with this dreaming nite...
a sugestion of reading bout dreams for my fellow (few, maybe nonexistent) readers :
Celephais - H. P. Lovecraft
http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Celephais
