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I wear my stunna glasses at night.

Last night I had a fever. I lied in bed, shivering in a pool of sweat. I had the most bizarre thoughts and dreams. The oddest ideas made perfect sense. It hurt my head and I was afraid I was killing my brain. It’s order full. Full of order.

One dream was entitled Hunters and Trackers.

I was hunted. I was running from something that was much stronger and faster than me. The only advantage I had was that I was in an environment familiar to me. The location was my lucid home that I had created in my mind many years ago. I knew that while there was one creature (which looked like a man) that was hunting me, there was also another, friendly to me, who was tracking my hunter.

I was hiding in a ceiling vent and watched a man walk in the hallway underneath me. He stopped when he had passed my place of hiding and gave a short, harsh laugh. The vent dropped out from underneath me and I fell ten feet to the ground. It really hurt.

The man turned slowly and flashed a quick smile. The moment I saw his teeth his whole appearance was transformed for a moment. His teeth became pointed and sharp, his eyes narrowed to slits, and his nails became foot-long claws. Each of these items (teeth, eyes, and claws) was a deep blue color. There was also a static scream so loud that it made my head feel like it was about to explode. This transformation and sound lasted only an instant while he smiled, then he returned to his normal form.

I realized that my ears were bleeding and I started to cry. I was terrified of this man. I was on my stomach and strained my neck to see the man above me. He took another step towards me and at that moment I saw a female figure silently drop to the ground behind him. She was 20 feet back and I saw her smile at me through the legs of this man.

When she smiled she underwent a similar transformation as my hunter. Her color was a bright pink. The areas that turned this color were different but much more abundant. Her smile was accompanied by an impossibly pleasant and comforting sound.

The man jerked rigid and his face contorted in disgust. My tracker, the female, pulled a scalpel from behind her back and threw it hard against the floor towards me. The hunter screamed and phased to his blue form, bringing his claws high above his head, about to kill me. The tracker phased pink and then said my name. The moment my name was called, she collapsed to the floor and the scalpel erupted in that same pink color. I caught the blade and it pulled me off the ground and thrust itself through the sternum of my attacker just as he was bringing his claws down. I held tightly onto the knife and it traveled clear through the body of the hunter, separating him in two at the chest.

A line of his blue color appeared at the sight of his wound and was quickly chased to the extremities of his body by a line of blood-red. The same blood-red appeared at my fingertips and quickly replaced the pink in the scalpel. Both the body and blade then turned to ash. All that was left of the hunter were two blue pieces of cloth that resembled his claws.

The tracker pushed herself off the floor and stood with difficulty. As she stumbled in my direction I realized that she was the most attractive woman I had ever seen. I was left standing, having been pulled off the ground by the knife. No longer having anything to hold to, I swayed and fell backwards, landing on my butt.

The woman gave another smile, phasing weakly for a moment, and then spoke.

“Take one,” she said, gesturing to the blue gloves.

I reached forward and touched the one closest to me. Blood-red color appeared at my touch and slowly spread, replacing the original blue. The cloth also started to change shape. It was shrinking and splitting into two separate pieces. Tracker reached the other glove and picked it up. It rapidly transformed into her pink scalpel and she moved to return it to its holder, behind her back.

“Wait.” I said. “What if I had chosen the other glove?” I looked to my cloth which now resembled two blood-red fingernails.

She handed me the blade and picked up the nails. The moment we exchanged objects, they began to morph. I again held two red fingernails and she returned her knife to her back. “The object doesn’t matter. It’s form is tuned to your needs. Put them on.”

I placed one nail on each of my smallest fingers. I stood and carefully examined the nails which were now forming to fit. When they reached their perfect form, my fingers started shaking. I felt an electric shock run through my arm starting at the nail. The shock came again and again, growing more powerful and painful. With one final shock, I felt my body snap and then watched myself fall to the floor and black out. The last thing I saw was the smile of Tracker. She had phased again. This time she was completely covered with pink and sparkled with brightness so beautiful that it bordered on pain.

So… how do you do a raised eye smiley? The dream continued with my awakening as a tracker. I was given an assignment to build a “transporter” (the trademark object of a tracker). To do this I had to allow myself to be killed by a hunter and then roll out again and kill him. I found two hunters and they decapitated me. Since they both took part in my death I had to kill them at the same time. The remainder of the dream was devoted to my obtaining other objects to increase my power and my attempts to make both of the hunters die at the exact same moment. Ahem.

Anyway, while I had incredibly entertaining and vivid dreams, I feel like I got next to no sleep. Don’t touch me. S’not worth it. Don’t touch me. Look I’m alright, don’t touch me.

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