Well, weirder than usual I mean. Two nights ago I had a dream. It started out fairly normal. I was staying in a motel that for some reason doubled as an insane asylum. There were regular rooms, patient rooms, and a rave room down the hallway (I don't know why either but my brain wanted it) I was running through the hotel when I came to a group of people surrounding a man standing behind a podium. I wanted to see what was going on so I joined them. The man didn't explain much but he said we were all "going somewhere" Edit: I didn't mention it before because I forgot, and I don't even know if it's important, but before we left, the man from the podium told someone to make sure Rebecca didn't. I don't know how I knew this but Rebecca was one of the mental patients in the motel. She was kept in a dark room strapped to a table and was the worst patient there Next thing you know we're all in a hot air balloon descending on a tropical island. I don't know how we got there, but I knew that this place wasn't anywhere on earth. It looked like earth but it was different. It had a different feel. The team splits up and the man from the podium reminds us that we have to find something. He doesn't say what it is but it seems like everyone else already knows. The island is covered in Aztec-looking buildings, except none of them are ruined or old. They look perfectly new, but the island is empty. There's no living people anywhere. What stuck out to me was the bodies. The island is scattered with human remains, but they're all completely pale and look like they're made of white plastic. As we explore the island, we find members of our group dead and looking just like the other plastic bodies. Edit 2: a short time after we reached the island and had spread out, I could feel that Rebecca had followed us and was about to cause some trouble, but I never saw her Then I wake up The next night I have another dream. Again, it starts out normally. I'm in an attic with a few other random people. We're just looking around and then one of them shouts "over here!" He's standing in front of a tunnel. We all follow him through and end up on the island again, surrounded by even more white bodies. I wake up The next night it happens again. I'm at my house talking to my brother, when the scene completely shifts to me and a few other people running down a hallway. The hallway is made completely of brick and looks quite like the sewers except I could tell it wasn't. The ceiling was arched and had windows in the top. We were in some kind of attic. We run faster and faster down the hallway until we reach a door. It's locked, so someone brings out a gun. Everyone is panicking, like we're being chased even though there's nothing there. Then I get a horrible feeling. I know that the door goes back to the island. The gun goes off to break the lock, and I wake up. I don't know why but these dreams disturb me. I've never had several dreams tied together and it's unsettling. I don't know if I'll go back to the island tonight but I hope not. I am curious to see how this all turns out but it's not looking good for us so far Edit: I didn't go back to the island last night. I went to an attic and then a poshy dinner party but that's it. Nothing tied together. Either my island dreams will never come back or they're taking a night off