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1/1/16
Dream 1: I was in the back of a truck/van with my brother with my mum driving. I was trying to perform a magic trick to fool my brother. It involved using yugioh cards either face up or face down in 4 different piles and the goal was to have 4 of your cards face up on the piles. It was meant to work so only I could win but I had partially forgotten how to do it so it descended into a full on battle of strategy. Eventually I was forced to rush and grab a binder and rip an extra card out in order to defeat him. As this was happening we were driving along a dirt road at the edge of a cliff. Suddenly a big truck came roaring around the corner from the opposite direction and had to swerve and crash into the trees in order to avoid us. We stopped and hopped out to investigate, and saw that the truck was full of buckets of stuff. We were told we had to deliver it just a hundred metres or so so we grabbed a few buckets each and began transporting them.

Dream 2: Something where I was showing some people around the city, and we had to go to the hospital for some reason. Once there we saw 3 people running around in a large square shouting and fighting, and it quickly became apparent that they had all become triclops. We left them be and then went to a café where my dad and some other people were waiting. Everyone exchanged some presents and I got a rectangular frame thing where I could put a few treasured photographs.

Tonight i dream with the following. I will post from the last dream to the first dream i can remember:

There was a dothraki horde or savages, and there was building. There were some in the field, outside, and some in the hall, inside. I told two girls not to be so wild, and they were like angry at me for saying that. They were at certain distance. Closer there were some cradles, and some babies in them. There was a chinese dothraki baby who was really smart. There was another chinese, like forty years old, in front of the baby trying to give him water. The baby told him, no i don't drink water and i don't eat food. I was stunned, i was thinking, is he a meditator? I was mind-open to do a reality check with that situation, but i didn't. I realized that he doesn't drink water because he is taking the tit of his mom. So the chinese man tells him, "oh you think you are grown up now that you don't take any water. Ok here you have be a grown up." and he handles him a sub-machine gun UZI. I couldn't believe they were so ... savages! But more astonishing was to see what the baby did. As soon as he grabbed the UZI he shot the man and killed him. He was raised by those wildings.

I went with the two girls. They were very dedicated to what they did. One of them looked like Evolet from 10000 BC



And they were very close to a master, who was very famous and honorable. I think i was about, or already have, met him to do business with him, so we were going to be close, and these girls were close for years and still couldn't reach him yet. [This teaches me that if you want something well defined there are surely more skillful means to do it, and that you don't neccesarily have to do X to achieve it]. But these girls were determined. They wanted to develop perfection. Although they were not going to be good as the master, when they were old they would have the skills very well developed as it would be expected of them. I don't actually know what that skill was, but it involved knowledge of Architecture but with something else, like battle or life knowledge. I saw a frame of one of the girls, and it was all black and some lines with different colours. Then those lines start moving and they formed elipses and circles, and it was perfect geometry. With that you could see that they were dedicated, that they worked hard and inteligently. After that i began to cry with the blue eyed girl.

An earlier dream was that i was running in a field, like a marathon. It was like 50 rounds, and after the rounds i would meet a high positioned man. Well, i gave up after the 5th i think, because it was too hard to run all that. Actually it wasn't hard at all, but it was the sensation of time, too much time spent on that is like mentally exhausting.

Before that i was trying, with my dad, to meet some 'important' people to do business with. We were at his office and he told me that he wanted to meet some financial reporters. One looked like Martin Lousteau, a famous Argentinean economist. I was about to leave his office (to run) and i saw a panel with a lot of books. I saw two books that called my attention. One was titled "Before 25472" or something like that (because a book called 25472 was about to come out, and this one came first. It turns out that it was better than the other) and a book about ISIS.

Before that i dreamt about being with my class mates. We were on a balcony in a very tall place, and behind us there was like a slide, but before that there was a big space. So if we wanted to throw anything in that slide we had to aim first, we had to have a good aiming. That was why there were three of us, Fran, Chango and Me who had three stones to aim. We all went to the edge of the balcony, and there was a step behind it, so we stood there. And we threw the stones. It was a long fall, and it wasnt right below us the slide, it was like 2 or 3 steps beyond us, so we definitely had to throw things, not drop them. Beyond the slide there were people as well, and we were going there but coming down first and surrounding taht place, which would take like 2 or 3 days. We weren't on a free space. It was actually like a maze, there was a roof and the place was about to close up soon, like in a week. After we threw the stones we waited a bit. The stones hit on a giant Targaryen's leg, but he didn't got angry. After that I thought about jumping, and i was about to, like to show off that i could do it, and i wasn't afraid even though in dreams im afraid to high places, but after all i considered that i could kill myself (and maybe wake up?) so i didn't do it. At that time i was thinking that it could be a dream, but i wasn't aware enough to really think that it was a dream, i was like numb by the dream, but i seriously thought about jumping since i didn't really care what would be the consequences, the worse that could happen was to wake up, but then i thought "well, i dont' know if this is a dream so i better don't do it". And suddenly there was a lot of wind, so i grabbed some cloth there was in the balcony and hoped that i wouldn't fall. After the wind i climbed up the balcony again, and remained like ten steps before the balcony's edge. But Fran didn't climb up, he was still there. He was talking with Matias who was convincing him to jump. At the end i don't know if he jumped but he was really going to do it, even though it was dangerous. There were teachers also, and they didn't say anything about this. I think they were probably scared or worried as the rest of us how to get out of there before the place closes its doors.

I of course stayed up late, but I had to get up early, so I don't remember much. :I

There's a giant talking bear standing in front of me, and behind it is a tall ledge. I need to get onto that ledge, but I'm not nearly tall enough, and I can't climb its soft dirt surface. The bear says that he can make a bridge, but only by exploiting a glitch. I don't remember exactly what he does, but he makes some movement, and then his body twists into a horrible position (in a way that looks much like a video game glitch) that gives me a clear path to the ledge, and I take it.

At some other point, I'm using a public restroom, and i see written on the inside of the stall door (or maybe it was the floor) that someone else had been here and used this toilet to dip their signature pee-dipped ice cream cones. For some reason that makes me worry that this stall is really unsanitary, or that I'm gonna accidentally touch someone else's pee.

recall is a bit champagne-clouded

+ semi-lucid: I realize I'm in a situation where I can do whatever I want. In a large room full of people (classroom?). One girl stands out (everyone else is sort of gray?), I go to her and engage. I hold it stable against collapsing several times but then lose focus and it transitions

+ (f) conflict, escape. I'm fleeing (banished?) and climbing out of a tall narrow concrete bunker, they think they've banished me to an empty reality, but I hear things. I climb out and go to a famous female warrior who's nearby.

+ walking through outdoor area near a building, there's an internal room inside where a guy's taking a shower. I go inside and look for the door to the shower area but don't find it. Up ahead there are some people and food items, there is a girl with me, I'm looking at the ice cream choices and pick up a big block of it with multiple flavors.

I recently had a dream about an amazing girl which I met while visiting Berlin on a city break.

The backstory essentially is that I met the girl in a bar at Alexanderplatz, one of the main squares in Berlin, in August 2015. We connected really well with each other, and at one point hugged each other after a compliment. Unfortunately, we were unable to exchange contact details as she left the bar temporarily, and the other person with me wanted to sit down, and by the time she got back we had already sat down, and she wasn't able to notice me.

In the dream, I was waiting in line at a food takeaway shop. I turned behind me, and she was right there, and recognised me from before. I instantly felt uplifted by this. She then said 'Hey' to me. I said hey back, and I then asked if she was the girl I met at Alexanderplatz in Berlin, in the summer of 2015. She replied with 'Yes!' and sounded very happy and uplifted to hear this. We both had smiles on our faces as we hugged each other with immense joy and happiness.

Luckily, I happen to remember the name and location of the bar, and plan on travelling back to Berlin and the same bar in the future in the hopes of remeeting her.

I'm hoping that this is a sign that we'll one day meet again or gain contact online (I have left messages on 'missed connections' websites).

Thank you for taking the time to read this.

Morning of January 1, 2016. Friday.

Dream #: 17,910-05. Reading time: 2 min 27 sec.



My computer is in our lounge room in our present home instead of its location in our front room. My desk is shorter in length. I face our front door as I sit at my desk. There are two narrow windows on each side of the door (not a real-life feature). They match the door’s height.

Everything seems fine at first. I contemplate my Windows 95 desktop theme, which features shish kabobs, picnic tables, barbecues, and outdoor scenery. The shish kabobs are pictured on the taskbar, as it seems that each represents a different button. There is a sense of nostalgia as if I am looking at a desktop theme that I had not used in a few years and I feel very relaxed and content.

Eventually, now and then, I notice two human silhouettes looking through the right window near our front door. They lean to their left and look through our window from our porch. It seems to go on for a long time, but I am not concerned. Our front door is shut and locked. (In reality, we have a screen door and a wooden one.) Later, they walk in, with no explanation. Four unfamiliar, unknown people walk into our house. There are three males and a female. Two seem to be from the military. At least one carries an AK-47. One of the men is wearing green and yellow camouflage.

They assume that we are involved in espionage, though it is unknown of which country or government. They wander around in our house to look for documents that might provide them with evidence. It seems suspicious to me that someone representing authority would bring an AK-47 into a residential home with children. They look through piles of mathematics and English worksheets as if signs of espionage might be there. I assume that if they do not find anything they might plant evidence or make something up in their report.

My dream ends as I shout at the four people. Zsuzsanna tells me I was talking in my sleep at the time, which is an uncommon event.

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It is a typical home invader dream, unrelated to real life. It has a basis in how my dream self perceives the reticular formation’s mediation and modulation of the dream state. It often occurs when there is environmental noise detected, and that creates an intruder scenario to cause more alertness to wake the dreamer whether or not there is an intruder present. Being at the computer is a factor of the emerging consciousness.

Dreams typically render everything incorrectly. Here are some examples from this dream. One, the wrong door is present, with the fictitious windows as a preconscious factor to imply it is looking in on me. Two, my computer is in the wrong room. (My conscious self identity is not viable). Three, my desk is different and smaller (neural energies lesser in dream self status than conscious self identity). Four, unknown people phase through the wall or door even though the door is shut and locked (awareness of real-life environmental ambiance that could be fatal if someone is intruding). Five, I do not use Windows 95 and have not had a copy of it for years. Six, our screen door is missing (not existing in my dream self’s “memory” at all) to simplify the implications and commencing of the intruder scenario. Ultimately, if you think your dream’s environment is realistic or accurate enough, there is less of a chance, even subliminally, of waking.

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Me, along with some other people had to drive to a specific place, and it was urgent. But, no one could because they were too young or didn't have driver's licences. I remember saying to another person "I can't drive, I'm too young!" Me and a highschooler girl ended up doing the driving together. She went in the wrong lane on a freeway, and a was shouting at her to pull over, which she did. Then somehow I pushed the car up a hill to our destination, which turned out to be someone's house. There were kids there, at least two of them, one of them being a boy. I remember seeing the bathroom at their house, which had lots of bathing suits hanging from the shower curtain. After that I pretty much woke up.

I Had Quite A Few Dreams Last Night, Can't Tell If There Were 2 Lucid Dreams Or Just One, Either Way All That Matters Is That I Can Remember.

I Woke Up In My Dream Jumping Out Of Bed, However, Something Was Off. I Noticed I Was MUCH Smaller Than I Was Used To, So I Realized I Was Dreaming. I Decided To Get Out The House By Running And Phasing Through Walls, And Right Out The Door. I Went To Go Fly Straight Out, But I Couldn't. Maybe I Was Underestimating The Dream, Probably.

Anyways, I Was Back In, Looking At My Hands. They Looked Completely Normal, With The Exception Of Having A 6th Finger On Each Hand. I Tried To Distort My Hands, One Time Making My Hands Having 14 Fingers On Each Hand, Etc. Etc., You Get The Point, Basically, Distorting My Hands.

One Different Dream, I Remember A Mirror. I Went Into The Mirror, Spawning Things In There, Causing Things To Spawn On The Other Side. I Broke The Mirror, Which Led To The Mirror Being Accessable To Both Sides, Even My Mirror Side. It Turned Out The Mirror Actually Led To An Alternate Dimension In Which Everyone's The Same Gender, But Traits And Personality Are All Opposite.

My Mirror Self Ended Up Attacking Me, Which Led To Me Running Away To Come Up With A Plan. I Figured I Needed To Patch The Mirror, And Doing So Led All From The Mirror Side To Get Sucked Back In. In The End It Turns Out That Many Things Can Come From Breaking Mirrors In Dreams, Even If The Supersticion Isn't So Lucky.

Alright, That Pretty Much Sums It Up. Also, Happy New Year Everyone!

31/12/15
Dream 1: I was playing dota and my dad came in and started watching me. He asked me all questions about what the game was and stuff so I ended up explaining a lot of it to him. The game eventually ended and I went to a shop which had some weird slurpee things in a variety of odd flavours. I decided to get a blue one, so he poured it out but then added all of these yellow and green chunky things to it. I asked him what he was doing and he said he was reducing the snake flavour (!) in the drink. I hesitantly accepted the drink and had some, and I immediately started feeling sick. The world started spinning a bit and I wondered whether there were any hallucinogens or anything in the drink.

Dream 2: I was part of a film production in a cave/tunnel structure, probably a set created for a movie. We were filming one long extended take where two other people and I converged paths and winded our way through this tunnel. We got most of the way through the take however I was a bit too slow to get back to the other two after I split off from them so it was ruined. The director yelled at us a bit and we started up filming again.

Dream 3: It was new years eve (surprise surprise) and my brothers and I were staying up late. My mum had gone to sleep early so the three of us were watching movies and being rowdy. We only ended up going to sleep at about 4 in the morning or so, and so we all woke up extremely late and tired. Mum was up and she was furious at the mess we had made and for keeping my younger brother up for that long.

Dream 4: A fragment about talking with my grandparents.

Dream 5: A fragment about people trying to go under a rock bridge and having it collapse on them.

DOn't remember must, except that I had to feed wolves with really dubious meat. That carcass looked very... humanoid.

Morning of December 31, 2015. Thursday. New Year’s Eve.



This dream “came out of nowhere” in the sense that there is no discernible connection to recent real life events or concerns other than upon closer examination perhaps. It begins as a typical “finding and gathering comic books” dream. There is a point at which my wife Zsuzsanna and children and I are walking through a mostly undefined but implied alleyway, one area being near a pawn shop.

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There is an offset dream of moving through an alley and street that is actually more like the aisle of a store. There are various books stacked horizontally on the shelves. I realize they belong to some neighborhood children (rather than relevant to a rummage sale or yard sale as in similar dreams) and do not take them.

The main scenario involves going into an unfamiliar post office. Two younger males work there as postal clerks, at least one (or both) of East Indian descent. Somehow, it becomes known that there are random unclaimed items in shelves in the back. One male gives me a small package as if just giving them to random members of the public to get rid of them (loosely based on an old Spirit comic book Valentine story I read recently). To my surprise, I see that the package is addressed to me, with my first and last name clearly discernible (and it does not change when I read it again). It also has “1997” on the postmark and thus is apparently something I ordered in that year (which was the third year I had lived in Australia from February 9, 1994).

The postal clerks seem cheerful. I wonder why it was never delivered though. I open it up and it is a model airplane, a Northrop F-20 Tigershark, with “F-20” clearly visible on the model. (In real life, my oldest son had started a model airplane collection of about the same size but not as far back as 1997.)

Later, while still in the same general area, though in a hall of the building where the post office is, I notice that the model F-20 is of a very unusual appearance. It takes on the essence of a paper Christmas bell, though also is reminiscent (from the frontal view) of a slightly squashed carnation. This of course is absurd, as only something of expanded radial symmetry could be made as such, but I do not question its appearance. I hold it and look at it feeling slightly puzzled.

Relying on what is available on the Internet relating to any possible meaning, one could get completely confused. I do know the East Indian postal employee represents theft, as my return ticket for refund (worth a few hundred dollars) was apparently stolen by this postal employee who refused to register it (and this was in the news later concerning other mail including numerous packages) and thus there was no record regarding its disappearance.

Looking at the Northrop F-20 Tigershark, its being a model long past due in getting by mail (or “communication” in general), the paper Christmas bell appearance, and the association with the partly squashed carnation is quite complex (it is almost like an airplane-shaped carnation if that is even possible, but it swirls and slopes somewhat to the left from the frontal view - and again there is the idea it was somehow made in the manner of a paper Christmas bell though I do not recall building it in this way). The Internet gives different associations for yellow carnations, though most include rejection or disdain, though if I did not consciously know this, any interpretation as such is meaningless. Personally, it probably relates to mortality as another dream of this day did; suggesting a powerful aircraft becoming like a partly squashed flower, either relating to life energy becoming less viable or something aggressive becoming peaceful. Still, it could yet again relate solely to the waking mechanism, the energy of my dream “returning to the garden bed”.

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This is one of those oddly clever composites. The waking transition is quite long. It starts out with a typical flying symbol, the model airplane, downsized as a normal-looking model at first and quantified in the post office setting. Near the waking stage, the model airplane looks more like a paper Christmas bell, a bell also being a waking metaphor. It also has the essence of a flower, as in “garden bed”. My dream self is puzzled at these unusual atypical layers at the waking stage.

I had two dreams tonight, or at least two main ones which i wrote down. The first one was after 3 hours and a half after i layed down to sleep, it was at 4:50 AM. The second one ended when i woke up at 10:20 AM.

The first dream

I dreamt with Ned Stark, Jaime Lannister, The Imp, Bob Marley, some tribes from the west and some tribes from the east. There was a war going on, but we were like in a fortress or something like that. We weren't going to last in there so the imp planned to scape. We went to a backyard of a house and pulled some bricks up and we got in there. There were many bricks pulled up, some people needed 3, others 4, others 6. We all managed to cross the wall, but soonly after that, these people tried to make some money or steal it perhaps. There was like a game they were playing, that there were three pillows, and three lamps, and each lamp had to fall in a pillow and you had to gather as much lamps as you could, and after that you would get gold coins. So there was a lady, who looked like Claire Forlani, that was doing that. Suddenly she touches some dishes and a pile goes down to the floor and it makes a lot of noise. They scape soon through the wall method, they wanted to leave some light bulbs on the pillow but i take them all but one on each pillow, because otherwise it would have been looking suspicious. However they were turned on, and it was weird since they couldnt be turned off.

After that i found out some friends, Salva, Joako and Agu. (The scenery was like the pool of a town called Perdices). After that i found out that they listened to Bob Marley and i headed to shops. Then i find the courage to be free in streets (I was in prision before)[For things like this is useful to be lucid, you don't have any limit] and i head west. There i find western indians (which i think they actually were eastern). I meet a group and soon after a civil war of indians explodes. It was funny what they shot, but still dangerous. They have made bows and arrows out of toothpicks, and they were shooting that! Of course they had real bows and arrows but there were few of them, so i was more or less safe, but those others fabrications still could have hurt. While i was climbing a wall, and the indians were climbing trees in front of me, there was a periodistic interviewer asking me questions. I had to appear i didn't know anything so she didn't know i scaped [I should have asked myself, scaped from what?]. I answered the things she asked me until i had to answer something about a case of a business, a pencilcase. I was already at the top of the wall, in front of the indians who were at top of the trees, and i climb the wall completely and i go to the other side.


Then i dreamt about a cool dream, although short. I was in a field, very vivid landscape. I saw mountains a lake and a river. I thought to myself in that moment. I know now what i want to do in my life, travel and explore rivers. Know all the rivers in my country. I think i had a map in that moment and i saw many rivers and i decided that it would be an awesome trip. I was really happy with this decision i've made.

Second Dream

I was dreaming about playing my blue electric guitar in a classroom. The teacher was explaining something and writing things on the board. I left my other guitar on the board. So i got up and went to pick that guitar up, so the teacher could have the board free. I ended up talking with the secretary who was there.

Then i don't know how but i find myself in the rugby field. There were guitars there as well. And i soon leave. I walk the path outside the primary school, and i cross the street to secondary school. I head behind the bathrooms where there was a SUM, a big building for acts and those purposes. I didn't had to head there but i did. There were some guys calling me, they were older by an year. I went in the saloon, and i enter some new rooms there were built. I go to my right and a guy Juani takes me to the top floor. They had an asignment by one of the business teachers called Marescalchi, to show students how school was not to have fun, that was something grey and boring. But they never told me that, i found out by intuition i guess. So i was taken to the eighth floor. I saw around and it looked like a room of one of my mother's houses. Also it looked like an scenario which i dreamt before, once i was involved in a third world war. So I saw the place and we were going down again. I saw the elevator counting 8, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 or something like that. It skipped the number 7 because that floor or room was in the other tower. Juani was all the time without saying a word, like dead, but as soon as he saw his friends again he was alive again. Once i was down i headed to my left (where the other tower would be, but even more to my left). I saw a door and i opened it. The room had red walls and there was a guy called Mike, the librarian. He told me to enter, so i did, opening the door again. I went by and i suddenly was outside, and i was sinking in mud to my knee. He was telling me that there was certain people who complained about there. I told him that Martin called me but it was ok. I was looking around and found this door so i inspected it. But meanwhile i was thinking that i shouldn't be there, i mean i should be in the front of the saloon, not in the back. I came out through some rooms there where in the back of the saloon, that means i teletransported. This guy was still talking and i was thinking i should have done a Reality Check, even if he is speaking, no matter what he says [It turns out that most of the times i ask DCs if im dreaming they tend to lie to me, maybe because im not aware enough]. So i think it is still not late and i do a reality check, and i find out i am dreaming. I think that i should try to stabilize this dream because the story ended and soon i would wake up, there wasnt more fuel for the dream to go on. So i think about an "dream prolongation technique" (i thought at that moment something like dream dilatation and dream stabilization). I remain in the same place and i think, maybe dream yoga can help. I haven't read anything about dream yoga but i practice meditation daily so i was ready to do that in the dream, and maybe stabilize it and prolonge it that way, but i didn't manage to sit down that i woke up.

I tell this in dreamviews chat, 10 AM, and then i go back to sleep again.

In my third dream i was in the same scenario, hanging out with some friends. And suddenly i start running like wanting to play. And a friend calling Oti follows me, like wanting to hit me, but i see he teletransports himself. Soon after that i woke up. It is almost 2 PM.

Going skiing with D but I’m nervous and we can’t agree on which skis to use. He thinks if we use cross country skis it will be too easy, but I’ve never used them so I don’t know.

Spoiler for NSFW:

In the midst of that stressful decision we have to decide what to do about a young man who presented to the hospital with testicular cancer evidenced by a scab. I can’t tell if he’s developmentally challenged or not. We get a sheet that lists our different options and the risks involved. Among our options are telling him he has cancer, skinning his balls, cutting them off, and a few others. I feel really torn, indecisive, and upset about this situation and decision. Initially I really think that skinning them is the best idea because there are more tallies marked next to that option, but later I realize that the tallies mean potential adverse effects. So more tallies means a higher risk involved. I try and get D’s opinion but he tells me I have to decide. Eventually I realize the obvious choice is to tell him he has cancer and let him decide on treatment options. Hindsight is 20/20. I don’t want to be the one to tell him, though.

Doing a ritual with some kind of Native American priest. I’m the priest. I’m on a mattress in a cave on the water, covered with special blankets. I have to dive down and allow myself to have whatever spiritual experience that comes to me. I worry about my ear, but trust the process. I go into the water with my mattress and have a heard time swimming down but eventually make some headway and feel the mattress float back up. In my minds eye I start to see an image of two swinging industrial doors with a light shining behind its windows. I allow myself to enter into that image like a dream. The location I find myself in is an old, creepy, abandoned hospital. I see a menacing looking man running around, chasing a girl. It’s a scary image but I’m not scared because I’m a Native American shaman and I’m only on the astral plane. I chase them in a similarly menacing and scary way. They lead me into a dark part of the hospital with no lights and I am still not scared. An idea dawns on me, and I after some struggle I am able to grab the man. I pick him up, hold him, and bring him towards the girl until their faces are very close. I tell them, “love each other”. They kiss and are reminded that they were romantically involved and have unfinished business together, which is why they got trapped in some sort of limbo. That action immediately transcends us to a different plane where it is night and a healing orgy is occurring. It is outside and there are people in hot tubs. A fight breaks out and a man is chased into a steel, green building and into a jail cell filled with water. He realized his captors are of a fish-type species. They are hoping to either kill him in this jail cell or imprison him like a fish in a fish tank. They laugh about it until they realize he has someway broken free. They chase him through the hallways all the way to an opening, where he jumps and they follow. The building was in space and now all of us are falling toward the earth. In the fall I wonder if the fish people are the inspiration behind the Ninja Turtles. The rate at which I’m falling is putting a lot of pressure on my abdomen and making it hard to breathe, I try to straighten out. I realize that I’m falling into London. I don’t know where the others are falling. Once the man and I land we go to rent a car which comes with a rented kitten. We choose the cat that’s already outside and is meowing at us. We could go into a room to search for a cat but it seems too sad. We get in our little white car and drive out of the parking lot, but on our way we see an Asian man talking into a walkie talkie, looking for foreigners. He sees us and immediately knows we’re the ones. I tell my partner about it and he seems unconcerned. I remind him that the Ninja Turtles are asian. They follow us and try to block us from leaving the parking lot. But the police get involved and we get cleared to leave while the Asians do not. Yet they follow us illegally anyways to a hotel. We get into a big elevator and I refuse to push the button of the floor we’re going to. They start posturing and getting really close to my partner. I step in between them and my partner pushes me out of the way, he seems to think it’s degrading that I would assume I could/need to protect him. The Asians start talking about a train ride they can take to get from China to California in 4 hours. I’m impressed. But how can they take a train between continents? My partner tell me they completed an intercontinental roadway between Europe and New York. How did I not know about that?

I was in the apartment with my boyfriend and we were putting a bunch of coins into this coin bank/personal vending machine thing. Then in the same dream, we were in college and both living in dormitories. My dormitory was no good and my boyfriend told me you had to put on the form that you had more money to get a better dorm room. Then in some student center part of campus my boyfriend was talking to some other guys about some girl he doesn't like. (I wasn't in this part of the dream but I was just observing) Then that same girl shows up with a bunch of other girls and they start doing some kind of health promotion rally. Then there is some other thing going on on campus, some kind of campaign promoting something like "Don't just run, run up stairs." The whole thing was about how plain running is pointless and you should run up all the stairs of all the buildings on campus. I was just plain running across campus when I came across some of the promoters yelling out something about running up stairs. So when I got into the library I ran up all the stairs to the very top floor of the library. I thought about taking some laps around the library, running up and down the stairs three times, but I was too embarrassed to let people see me running up the stairs over and over. So I went into the very top floor of the library. (the stairs were like spiral stairs for each staircase, with a door in between each floor). On one of the floors I saw a girl who held a door open for me and looked at me strange because I was running up all the stairs. The very top floor of the library was kind of small and cozy with colorful new books that looked more like comic books than academic books. Along with the bookshelves and books, there were rugs, couches, and computers. There were a few other people up there sitting on chairs reading.

College is a dream sign for me now because I just finished college earlier this month so if I find myself in college again I should remember to do a reality check.

Writing everything out like this in short summaries is very therapeutic. Recurring character is recurring.

I am drifting over the water. I am dead. I am missing my other body, but what is it? Invisible, impossible, immortal. it is the body which grants me power.

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A single note, at the bottom of one of my journal pages. 'I don't remember why we were in the submarine'.

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Hypnagogia. A single voice on the edge of sleep.
"Fall back into my tentacles."
"Excuse me!?" I stammer, but darkness envelops me.

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I am walking with my brother, advising him about some personal struggles he is having. I get him to a read from a poetry book that he has been assigned for school. I haven't read it, but I'm surprised at how good the content is, and relevant to his problems. I tell him to read one passage a day and meditate on its meaning.

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He's under house arrest. Had we been stealing things? I feel like it must have been for a good cause.
Eggs! Oh man, I want some eggs. He is quickly forgotten in my pursuit of eggs.

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A man and a woman have kidnapped me, ferreting me away into the nearby forest. They need time to cast their teleportation spell, but a warrior woman has followed us looking for me. I manage to sight her through the trees. She looks exactly like me. Perhaps I should have struggled. The spell is cast and the dream shifts.

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I shift, and find myself in a forest. He is here with me, the Sentinel. There isn't a doubt in my mind that it is him. We smile at each other and talk a little, but mostly there is just a silent knowing.
I have to climb a tree. One of the branches is on an incline and is long, sturdy and straight, but it is broken right up near the trunk. I am small, perhaps it will hold my weight a while, but not for long. He watches me, giving the occasional word of advice. He feels I should abandon that path altogether and climb up the smaller, but more secure network of branches to the side. I think that I can make the best of both.

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"It's 5:70pm," someone says. For some reason, it doesn't strike me as odd.

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I am walking down a street, but I can empathically sense everything about the occupants of the houses without seeing them. One of my friends arrive, so I tell him all about it, forgetting that it is quite normal for a dream.

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We are soldiers in a five-man squad. Zombies attack. I climb to elevation and use my rifle to pick them off. It does not take us long to dispatch them, but our commanding officer informs us that we cannot move on until we find our final party member who has gone missing during the raid. We look around us but cannot see him. Other squads past by and radio messages are sent out, but nobody knows where he is. I think about what I know of him to try and work out where he could have gone. All I know is that his name is Horse, because he is a horse.

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I am in a fantasy game world. A quest giver keeps telling me to take a Potion of Patience and sit still for a while. I should have taken their advice.

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I'm walking, but my vision and cognition are still very hazy.
"Sentinel? I wonder if you can hear me," I say.
"I can always hear you," he replies, a voice in my mind. My attention is piqued.
"Let me go somewhere quieter away from all these people so we can talk," I say. A nice idea, but I am distracted easily. There are people listening to music, and I dance and sing along, thoroughly enjoying it. When I feel I have spent enough time intruding on their space, I turn around. There is figure concealed by shadows smoking and observing in silence. I thank him for letting me enjoy this time, and move on.

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The kingdom is fleeing at the behest of the Queen. A bushfire approaches and threatens their lives. The young royal advisor frantically suggests that we should check on the Watchers, the entities which look over our kingdom, before we leave in case their loyalty should wander in our absence. I go up to their chamber, overlooking the town. The walls are carved stone and the room is well lit. The door opens before me, bidding me entrance. On a stone plinth sits a thick tome. The Book of Kings! I am excited to see it in person. The Watchers fill the pages with information when they wish to communicate with the royals of the kingdom. My mother may be the Queen, but I am not of royal blood. This is a great honour. I sit down, filled with anticipation. The advisor returns, freaking out that we should become trapped in here by the Watchers and never allowed to leave. I snicker under my breath.
"Just approach the door and it will open for you," I say aloud. But in my head, I think 'Or rather, they will open it for you'.

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I'm taken to a bar by some friends. One by one, people from my past begin to arrive. It feels as if this has been arranged.
We go outside to observe a ceremony. Hundreds of people are amassed on the banks of a river as a a boat comes through and the ritual begins. Everyone begins to glow red or blue and their abdomens look like interlocking fingers. Each chooses a partner and merges with them, before disappearing and ascending. One boy approaches me, but I ask him to keep his distance. Eventually they all disappear, and only a small number of us are left behind. They will return when the journey is over and they have seen what was intended.
I seek out an older woman inside the tavern. She is the lover of a wise old Indian man. I ask her about the ceremony, but she does not want to say too much, and I do not want to appear ignorant. She says that the ritual requires the ingestion of a certain mushroom, and that they will return after its effects end. I ask her if she ever joined in the ceremony before, and she tells me that she has not.

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Hypnapompia. My cat is meowing, but it sounds more agitated than normal. My half-dreaming mind translates it into words as I border on the edge of sleep.
"I'm sorry if I have offended your personality as a lion," she says in my dream.