Dear blog, I woke up too early. It is a holiday and I shouldn't have had to
woke up yet. Well, you know how it is when you die in the dream. It happened
to me today.

Dream 1 (splat-game indoors, without masks. A weird 3rd person view. ): There
are two persons in this dream, and every once in a while I am the second one.
The one with UZI.  The dream starts as a video game (3rd person shooter) where
I am on the bottom of this weird stairshaft and my opponent is high above me.
We shoot each other and I see even the target marker there. It changes so that
my view runs through the maze to up and I see the another guy shooting at me
with this  desert eagle copy. The guy looks awfully lot like the guy on the
Idol's (the speaker guy).  The shooting stops. I believe I am changing clips.
The guy shouts something down.  The place is a huge (200 feet wide) tower made
from red bricks. The place is lit with indirect wall lights and it looks
great. It has 100 feet wide stairs which go a bit illogically and it is
possible to jump down  to next 'floor'. The guy waits till I have to load and
comes for me. (I view this as 3rd person, so I see my self. Though am not sure
if it was really me, or someone else. ) He laughs at me and says now I have to
die. I see me reloading and then shooting towards the dude but I miss. All of
the shots miss. I say something and suddenly jump down to the next level. I
keep on running the stairs (which are red velvet covered) and jumping down to
the next level. At this point I am again the runner. I hear the guy coming
behind me and I remember waiting for the hit on the back. As nothing happens,
I run like a bunny. I notice a veeeery narrow stairway on the side of the
tower and enter it.  I find that it was not good enough and climb back. I
continue running until (supposedly on the bottom?) I find another narrow (1
feet wide or so) stairway and I go to it. It leads one level down into a 10
feet long and 3 feet wide  corridor. Oh shit, a dead end! No, i notice even
narrower niche on the end and push in there. I notice a breeze of fresh air
from the niche and come to conclusion that it connects with the previous
stairway. I only need  to squeeze through. The passage is only 3-4 inches
wide. Suddenly I hear noise and look back to the corridor.  The guy points his
desert eagle at me. He looks at me, and the dream ends. I lost. Damn.