well the dreams only get stranger…i was lucid the whole time, it started on some type of bus or something, there was a man and woman, possibly brother and sister, that were quite friendly and such, i seemed an outsider on this bus, like, i didn’t know anyone else there. well anyway, something triggered this…violence…and the duo started slashing…they had scalpel type razors and were killing everyone. as the lady came at me, i wondered if she would pause because we’d become “friends” but it didn’t stop her…and she jabbed the razor into the middle of my throat and i just slumped down, i felt all the warmth running down my neck and body, and i just kept my eyes open and slowed my breathing…feeling that something would happen and something would take care of me. so…i think i drifted in and out for a little bit, seeing as how i had a scalpel shoved into my neck and i was dying, but i somehow made it off the bus and out into some city, and it was…very futuristic or very sci-fi, whichever suits you. well, i basically just laid on the street dying, hoping someone would notice or help, and finally some lady stopped to help me, she got me inside her house (some apartment type thing, again, sleek and futuristic…) i remember everything being shiny metal and very clean and nondescript. i really can’t describe how it felt, it was just…i couldnt move, it was like, the less i moved around or tried to do anything the faster i would die. almost like my staying calm was keeping me alive. i think the wound was more…directly into my throat and it was causing me difficulty in breathing. they didnt slice my neck across like the others, which may explain why i didn’t bleed to death. well, so the lady took care of me, and when i came to, things were like, noticeably different…my neck was scarred over and i was still weak and slow, could barely move. i dont remember a whole lot else, but i remember being in public with the lady that cared for me and everyone was wearing the same type of clothing and everything was silver and metallic. it was some type of public bazaar, and this older man approached me and commented on my familiarity, and then realized i was his victim…it was the man from the bus, but he had aged 30 years and i hadn’t…and he apologized and gave no excuse for his action but requested i don’t blame him, etc…and he pointed out the woman, the one who actually stabbed my throat and i remember this frightened look on her face like i wasn’t supposed to be there, that something was so very wrong at me even surviving or something….i dunno. some look of horror…and then shortly after that i woke up, or at least moved into some different dreaming.