I have been having the same dreams recently and this continues to remind me of what I have written in the previous entry.
The dream takes place in an abandoned city, much like the first city I have ever visited, only that there are no people. I spend some time exploring the town, to see if there are anyone else. I run into her and we have a converation. What we talk about are always different, but it eventually leads up to a horrible blood blath, and I am forced to wake up. It is always not until the blood spill that I am able to wake up, no matter what I do; there was once when I tried to inflict pain upon myself, but that was the most horrible attempt I have experienced.
Dreams are dangerous. If one gets numbed by the unlimit possibilites of imagination and result in confusing between imagination and reality, he will end up becoming dangerous to others' safety. With how vivid the dreams are, I must be careful of not to step over the boundaries between the two worlds... I do not wish to be thrown into the dream world, not when it is the same dream every time. Perhaps the term nightmare would be more accurate.
At times I feel as if I am one step away from crossing the borders between reality and fantasy and this makes me fearful of the safety for everyone if I ever did end up confusing the two.
Thankfully there are times when I do not have the dream, and I am able to get a decent amount of rest.