it was late afternoon in a city setting like los angeles. in other words, low buildings, wide streets, lots of sunny blue sky. i was working as part of an anti-terrorist unit or something like that.

I came to this place where the storefronts had an awning supported by 2' wide brick pillars. people would shop, or wait outside, and there was the occasionaly dog tied up. about 1/3 of the way up the street - north east? away from sun - crosby was tied to one of the pillars. I was unhappy at seeing him there and thought that was out of place. I stopped to pet him, and realized something was very wrong.

I backed up just in time as he burst into flames, set there by the terrorists. there was nothing I could do as I watched him burn to death, other than keep people away to prevent a public injury. I called it in but there was nobody close enough to help.

then, the dream repeated. and I knew what was going to happen, and looked at different angles, and again could not stop it.

then, it repeated again, except at the start a WoW character, this warrior Cylani, materialized, with a power to detect that the dog was set up to be on fire. so everyone knew in advance, but could not stop it.

I was in space, with another, and we were going through a large ship or installation in which everyone had died. there were bodies everywhere. some were skeletons, and some where in gear. there were no inbetween states with the bodies; they were skeletons, in a state like the undead in wow with bones sticking out, or whole.

the person with me was a slimly-built guy with islander coloring and scruffy curly hair. he was beautiful. very white teeth. he was not wearing a shirt.

what exactly killed all these people was a mystery to us, we poked around and could not figure it out. but at some point, I got knocked out... did we both? and when I woke up, my spine was sticking out like an undead. perhaps it was caused by whatever killed these people.

anyhow, my partner was scornful of this situation, and said his skin always managed to be complete and contain him. I was annoyed as this had never happened before and was thinking how to fix it. in the dream-environment, apparently having one's spine stick out could happen and there was a fix for it, but I didn't know what it was.

I dreamt that some occasion arose that I needed to wear my boots for. I rooted around in my closet and got out the steeltoe engineer boots I had with red and blue paint on them. but as usually they didn't feel quite right. I dug around some more and got the right hand boot from another pair, the taller motorcycle type. these were broken in more, and I put my foot in, gingerly because I was afraid I hadn't worn them in so long maybe a spider took up home in there.

I dug around for the left boot, and finally found it. I put my foot in it gingerly, too, and then found that the buckle to the strap across the foot was gone, mostly. it appeared to be chewed off. in my dream I knew which pet had done it but the day's events have blurred that knowledge by now. where the buckle should have been affixed the leather underneath looked brown, uncured.

I dreamt that I and 3 others were in a sprawling ranch house, in the woods, at night. the house really was a ranch house and not a tract housing wannabe, with hardwood floors and wood walls, shiny reddish wood. it was ill-lit but there was a moon outside.

the other three were, Karine, Clara, and a 12 or 13 year old girl. we were related or at least, all very close, and Karine and I were younger. we were in nightgowns in the living room part of the house, and cold. there were dogs in the other parts, preventing us from getting to the door. these dogs were big and black, like bohdan, but vicious. we could hear them snuffling.

they were there precisely to prevent us from getting away; they and the house were owned by these guys, and we realized that the guys had every intention of raping and killing us. there wasn't much we could do, however, with the dogs, and wwe huddled together for comfort and warmth, miserable and at a loss for how to solve the situation.

once I realized I wasn't going to solve it, I woke up. 4-something am, and I was shaking and upset.