dream last night:

i am a woman in my early 30's, shoulder-length light brown straight hair, slight build. a red-head friend of mine and i go out on a walk. we have a man with us, some type of super-hero clad in black rubber type thing. he goes along as our escort.

we walk down the hill behind our house and into a valley/field.

it is evening, and the moon lights the field, very black and white landscape like. we walk around criss-crossing dirt roads, in and out of shadow. in one patch of shadow i run into something long and smooth, boxy�a coffin. upon further exploration we find all of the shadows on this side of the field concealing hundreds of coffins. our body-guard-super-hero notices gunmen, sniper in black, pointing toward us from an abandoned-looking building.

we have to move, and quickly. he jumps out into and across a patch of moonlight, but not fast enough and is killed in a single shot. we are taken from behind and securely captured. my friend and i are led roughly to the �abandoned� building.

the coffins are full of rifles and weapons, for a full assault on our country�the gunmen belonging to a large military faction set up to overthrow our government. the leader takes a liking to me and my friend and we are kept in the compound � i am to be kept for the leader alone, my friend to entertain the rest of the men at the base. she does not lack for company, and i can hear her howls at night.

this continues on for months, and my identity flashes from the leader�s grrl and pleasing and interacting with him to the red-haired grrl and her interactions with the soldiers. as the red-haired grrl, i am getting crafty. i am joining their side, if only to save my own life. i am sworn in and accepted by all as one of the resistance.

as the leader�s grrl i am also sly, but i do not give my mind to him, just my body and seemingly my love. i am aware of the red-haired grrl�s treachery and am horribly angered by her plotting, for she intends to kill me.

one evening, planned out precisely, i drug the leader (not kill, mind you) and make my escape�only to run into the gunpoint of my red-haired �friend.� she threatens to turn me in, to expose me as a traitor, to have me shot. i wrestle the gun away from her, throwing it underneath a cabinet, and away. i draw a hidden bowie knife and �

i switch to the identity of the red-haired grrl.

i see the leader�s grrl coming at me with a large knife... i plead for my life, crying and begging. she cuts me, deep and splitting, horizontally across my back. she then turns her back and leaves me for dead. i can feel the wound, horribly hot and dripping. after an hour i can feel it stiffening and clotting. perhaps i will survive to kill that bitch after all.

*pshew*

i switch identity in my dreams often, between characters and angles � especially if there is a conflict situation. i play both roles, i feel both sides.

perhaps this has something to do with me trying to see conflicts from all sides. i feel, in this way one is able to make a more logical and fair judgment about said situation�at least i try really hard.

*smile*