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Armpit Acupuncture

(This dream goes all over the place, so I'll try to organize it as best I can)
I am switching settings quickly, going from one place to another to another, but one thing is constant. At every place I see Weston. I walk closer toward him, but have to switch directions every time my scenery changes. Still, I get closer and closer until finally I run into his embrace on a balcony overlooking the ocean at night. I am in a sparkling black dress and he is in a black tuxedo. We are at a fancy party in this scene, but now we are alone. He holds a wine glass in one hand, and wraps the other arm around me. He leans on the white marble railing. It takes me a moment to realize he's leaning backwards, to far backwards, any more backward and we're going to fall! And fall is just what we do. We plummet through the air, the wind from our decent whipping my hair and dress wildly. Then we crash into the dark water, and dive deeper and deeper with our momentum. He is first to hit the bottom, his back making the sand billow up as it catches his momentum. I look back behind me, and see faint blue light shimmering through the surface of the darkness that is swallowing us. Air is not a problem. I look around, and all I see is darkness. There's some debris in the water, but I can't make it out. It simply looks like silhouetted specks. Weston calls for my attention, and pulls me into him so I don't float away back to the surface, because for some reason I have buoyancy and he does not. I cuddle into his arms and close my eyes. Silent, all except the whooshing, calming sound of water. The sound of the water around us almost sounds like a heart beat.
Now a family is going toward a house to look through it to see if they want to buy it. The house is haunted, but they don't know that's the reason that the house is so cheap. They head for the front door, unseeing of the grey decaying bodies piled up in the windows. All of the bodies are children, children who died in this very house. Now I see three of their stories, the stories of three little girl sisters whom also came to this house long ago. Two are older, around 11 and 12, while the youngest is about 7. The older sisters are exploring, but when the power goes out they rush to their 7 year old sister who sits in fear on the tile stairs leading up, near a window letting sunlight into the kitchen area. Once the power comes back on, the girls go up to their room. The eldest lays down the youngest while the middle child crawls into her own bed. Then, they all look into the "camera", me, before the entire room catches on fire. All I see is them catch, but I know that's how they died. The fire went just long enough to kill the children and their sleeping parents. It self-extinguished once the deed was done, so the house could preserve itself, and continue taking victims. The police could not figure out what started the fire, nor how it seemingly stopped burning by itself.
Now I see the family again, the one that's still alive. They have five or so little girls that are exploring the huge house. They come upon a room in the basement. The room is a huge, unique library. It is unique in that the walls are actually little cubicle cubbies, tiling far up to the ceiling that goes at least two stories tall. They are filled with colorful books, each cubby having it's own color. The kids enter from the back of the cubbies, from the outside of the room, and each crawl into their own little square. The sit and pick out books to read, until the entire room starts to shake like a massive earthquake. The children scream in terror, and lean out the open front of the cubbies to see their sisters. At this point I realize how unsafe these neat little nooks are. A child two stories up can just fall right out with no guard or rail preventing them from doing so. A few of the kids pop off the panel to get back the way they came, but the other sisters are to afraid to do anything. "This way!" The eldest, a seven year old Asian girl calls to her sisters. "Come on! This way is safe!" The little girls struggle to climb down, books falling and the cubicles themselves coming loose with the violent shaking.
Now I am in the basement with a guy. I am getting ready to walk on the treadmill. I am dressed in my walking attire, black pants and a black tank top. Now all I need is my armpit needles. I grab the package of the needles, and decide to just go with the sweat-preventing needles. I pull out the needles that have a very familiar boot-like tip that I can't quite place. The largest one, one about the size of a pen's ink cartridge, has an orange top and the smaller one, one the size of pencil lead, has a smaller purple top but in the same shape. I lift my left arm up and slide the orange, large needle into my skin. It doesn't hurt initially, but I can feel it which is very abnormal. I've put a full pin cushion of needles, including the sweat preventers, in my armpits before walking before and never noticed a twinge of pain or discomfort. I pull the needle out and try it in my right armpit, but the effects are even worse. When I wiggle it around, I can feel the tip of the needle grinding on a bone, and even feel the pressure movements on my tongue. This won't due for running. I take out the orange and put in the purple in my right armpit, but still I feel it. I can't seem to figure out why I would have this problem. [End]

Relative to Real Life~
Night of April 18th, 2013
Real-life characters: Weston.
Dream-created characters: Dead children, living children, guy in basement I'm with.
Real-life places: Basement in armpit needle scene, the house I see the three dead girls in is very similar to the house where my dad works (CVC) though the stairs are different (the little girls room is the blue and purple room).
Dream-created places: All of the first places when I'm chasing down Weston including the balcony and the ocean, cubby library.
Different than real life: I don't have a treadmill in my basement (the treadmill is in my uncle's basement), I haven't seen Weston in at least a year now, I've never and never plan to put needles in my armpits for any reason even if it does stop sweating.
Reasons:
Weston = I saw Leon in passing today, which brought up my fowl feelings for all of my ex's including Weston. I remember him coming into my thoughts briefly.
Acupuncture = This might have something to do with a commercial I saw that involved acupuncture. The commercial must have stuck with me and I didn't realize it.
Precognitive: No experiences yet.
Reoccurring: No.

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