i cant quite remember why i was in the dark house, but i couldnt get the lights on, and the floor was all narrow glass paths with low railings, and i had to be careful not to go to fast and fall off, the floor below me was even darker. debbie and her family came over, we were about to go on a trip, we exchanged gifts. i gave her a bottle of white wine in the gold stocking eric's mom gave me for christmas. something about lots of cats, too.

there was a wide dense forest. a young schoolteacher sang with a lilty voice to her students, who were all very round and looked exactly alike with their identical hair and dresses and identical round dream-misty faces. she sung to them a song about herself and themselves, and they were going into the woods to hunt big bullfrogs. she walked through the woods and her flock followed behind her like ducklings. a man watched them walking from far away, and sung his own song, about himself, and making dinner of small round girls and round fat bullfrogs. the man was wrinkled, more from weather than from age, with wide crazy eyes and long hair that was tangled, thinning and gray. when he sung his voice rang out over the forest and frightened the teacher and girls, and they tried to run but everywhere they ran he could see them, he knew the ways of that forest. they ran to a dark shelter to be safe for the night. there were no lights and the man creeped closer, creeped inside, and when he did the two guards who kept lookout from the top floor saw and went down to find him. the teacher hid with her students in the dark, terrified, and when one of the guards came through the darkness toward her she mistook him for her stalker and stabbed him to death. the stalker himself dispatched the other. he captured he group and enslaved them, keeping them hostage in the old building.
the stalker liked to go to the road on dark nights. the road ran along a steep cliff. he liked to hang on the edge of the cliff and watch cars go by, ducking out of sight when they approached. the joy of his new captives made him clumsy this time, and he stayed unhidden a little too long and the headlights caught his wrinkled white face. a neighbor boy stopped to see if the man was okay and followed him back to his lair.
the schoolteacher had fallen into her role as the madman's mistress and they both drank their schoolgirl-bullfrog milkshakes and screwed and when the neighbor boy came over he was clueless because he was just an idiot but they decided to do away with him anyway. the madman pushed over one large wall and it collapsed on top of them all, and everything shook ferociously and their legs all stuck out from under the wall like the wicked witch of the east and spasmed, and the children who still lived cried out as they were crushed, and at this point eric and i were watching the whole scene like a movie, and laughing because the cries of the girls were one infant's recorded cry which repeated and repeated and sounded absurd. when the shaking stopped the schoolteacher and the psychopath got up, and we couldnt remember if the shaking was an earthquake or something else.

(this was 300mg of b6, my largest dose. the dream was vivid and much more paranoid than usual. i woke up scared)