October 2nd, 2003 CE

I dreamed that there was some sort of a war on. I wasn't completely clear on what the nature of it was; there were human-looking aliens involved, and in one particularly memorable scene, I was deep within enemy territory with my friends Colin Karin and Ryan, We were trying to keep a low profile and not get ourselves into trouble, standing by the steps outside of some two-storey building at twilight.

All of the sudden, a girl came running up to us who reminded me somewhat of Karin's friend Carla (though there were as many differences as similarities). She was shouting to us as she ran towards us, saying she'd been looking for us. Needless to say, this was no good, as we'd been trying to keep a low profile. We tried to shush her, but she didn't seem to get it.

When she joined us at the steps, I demanded that she show us some proof that she was human, and not some alien infiltrator taking our friend's form. She proceeded to take off her clothes, showing that she was indeed anatomically correct... but that there was also something terribly wrong with her; nearly her entire body was covered in welts layed out in complex artistic patterns. Some were old and healed over; ugly scars. Some were scabs. Some were fresh and oozing. We asked her what the hell these were as we backed away in horror and disgust. She glibly told us it was just something she liked to do to herself sometimes, and illustrated by digging her ample fingernails into the flesh of her thigh and dragging long, bloody trenches through her flesh. She went on to elaborate about how she'd sometimes do this while masturbating because she enjoyed pain.

This was all a bit too much for us; this girl was obviously insane, and was likely to either accidentally or intentionally give us away to the enemy. We had to either ditch her or kill her, we decided. A sort of chase scene ensued, as we attempted to lose this horrible naked and disfigured screaming girl in the ally-ways of the city, culminating in my capture by what appeared to be latter-day nazis lunging out of a secret passage in a wall. Beyond that, the dream became somewhat disjointed.