Game Over

The past three nights I have dreamt that

-I sought the Citadel of God (an Austrian palace in the forest), but I first had to cross the railway tracks and pass its keeper and the invisible ghost that laid footprints in the stones. I couldn't help following the keeper into the woods along the tracks, stepping after the ghostly footprints, foolishly distracted by my own curiosity.

-that I was the tortured daughter of an assassin, who escaped only to be raped and dragged back into captivity.

-that I drowned at sea in a storm trying to get everyone off of a yacht during a night stunt scene. I was so busy getting everyone onto the helicopter and making rounds that I failed to notice the chopper was gone and I was alone with two others (the make up artist and a stunt coordinator). we saw huge rocks through the lightning. we were going to crash into them. I took the helm and tried to fight the pull of the sea but to no avail.