I walk out the doors and turn right. Ahead of me, there's a small hill. A short cut to the door I need to go into. Many people are taking the long route around. On the path. I take this short cut all the time. There are bushes to my left and a building to my right.

This place is familiar. I've been here often in my sleep, but never while awake. I think it's my subconscious impression of school. It's similar to Dal, around the Life Science Center.

Someone grabs me from the left and holds a knife to my throat. It all happened so quickly.

"Stop!"

A man approaches me and my attacker.

"Not her."

It's the man who washes the windows at work. I try to thank him upon my release.

"Just go, now! Don't say anything to anyone."

Continuous dreams are new to me. But it happened the other day. When I'm enjoying a dream and get woken up, I can't, for the life of me, get back into it. My mind always takes me elsewhere. But, just a few days ago, I woke about four times and returned to the same dream. Not one I was enjoying. Not a nightmare. In fact, the only thing I can really remember is burgundy. Not Ron Burgundy, the colour, but probably inspired by him. I put on a fancy burgundy dress. My companion was wearing a burgundy sweater. The seats in the car were burgundy. Basically, burgundy was in every scene.