This morning I slept later than usual and logged more hours of sleep than I usually do trying to re-enter the dream I woke to at 6:30. The dream took place in an unknown home and place. The home was well decorated in a modern style and I knew that I should not be there, that if I was caught I would be in trouble. The home was owned by a cartel type man who had thugs which I remember originally bringing me there. In the begining I was there with my brother but as the dream progressed he had moved on or transformed, I am not sure which. I don't recall much of the dream beyond that except that before I woke for the final time I was trying to stay hidden from the owner of the home, each time turning behind walls to stay hidden but making visual contact with the owner. He was finely dressed and had slicked back black hair. He didn't see me though I was available for his sight. I believe that just as I woke I had made it out to the back porch which appered as the porch of the home I grew up in, although the house was in the middle of woods at the top of a hill, with cars parked on a gravel parking lot.

The feeling of being trapped was prevalant through the whole dream as well as the feeling of searching for the spark of something that would guide me to what I really was searching for. I was able to re-enter the dream many times and each time I woke without a true grasp of the dreams meaning.