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Dream #1

I was in a museum with enormous rooms. The paintings were also enormous. The walls of the rooms may have been twenty or so meters tall. The paintings were just as tall.

I may have been with a group of people, possibly a school group. But I had broken off from them for some reason or another, and I was now walking around by myself.

But I was afraid to go into any of the rooms very far. The paintings on the walls were so gigantic. I was afraid they'd fall on me and smash me. So I could barely go beyond the threshold into rooms.

One room was kind of dimly lit, like from a dirty set of windows in the ceiling. I saw a pair of paintings in the room. The paintings were, I told myself, either by Goya or El Greco.

The paintings had the same subject: a young man in rich attire, something like pink, satin pants and a white shirt. The paintings stood opposite each other in a kind of side niche in the room. I wanted to examine the paintings closer, but I was too afraid of them falling on me.

I left this room -- I think -- and went into another room. The paintings were also huge in this room. But I may have been getting braver about being around the paintings, and I may have stepped quite a few meters into the room.

But now I looked up and saw that there were also paintings in the ceiling, the rest of the ceiling being made out of thick, ornate wood, like in the Rose Reading Room of the New York Public Library. I was now afraid of the ceiling paintings falling on me. They seemed like they'd be heavier than the wall paintings.

Dream #2

It was a greyish day. I was either treading water in a river, moving backwards slowly in a small boat, like a rowboat, in a river, or standing on a walkway through or at the edge of a river.

I may at first have been with a group of older, well-off people, like a tour group. But I'd broken away from the group a bit. The group were all walking along the walkway.

The river was wide, and at the other end of it was a big, kind of square, building. The building faced the river directly, starkly: it may even have been a bit cantilevered over the river.

The building was made of some kind of white stone, but the front of it, or the side facing the river, was of slightly tinted glass. This windowed section curved around the sides of the building as well, giving the white stone of the building a kind of backwards "C" shape.

I knew that the building was an art museum. It was the Art Museum of Mexico or the Mexico Museum of Art. It was a very good and nice museum. But it was also used -- especially the enormous room overlooking the river -- by drug cartels for arranging certain deals.

People liked to visit the museum. But people who went there were always afraid. You always had to be careful not to hear things, or at least not to act like you heard things. And you couldn't offend any person in any way. If you offended someone or acted like you'd overheard some drug deal being arranged, you could be killed.

But for some reason I was feeling defiant. I was going to go into the museum and I wasn't going to act afraid at all. Besides, it was the Mexico Museum of Art. It was full of great works of art. I'd be really disappointed in myself if I didn't see the art works there.

Dream #3

I was in some building. I was near a staircase. Apparently I'd always come here to this place to read. Other people did, too. But I'd come to have a favorite spot for reading on the staircase. And I'd read there all the time.

There were some guys who'd decided to follow me around. They thought I was really smart. They were jealous of me. They wanted to figure out everything I was doing and studying. They thought if they read everything I read, they could get smarter than they thought I was.

One of these guys was an old, kind of tall, white man with a big belly. He wore nice slacks and a nice button-up shirt. He saw I was heading toward the staircase to read. So he either took the place I always took or took a place a few steps higher than my place. Wherever he sat, his plan was to look down at what I was doing, so he could do it, too, and hopefully beat me at it.

I tried to figure out what to do. I didn't really care if people knew what I was doing. I tried to be open about that. But I felt annoyed. I may have thought I'd hide whatever I was doing, just to annoy the man back a little. Or I may have thought I'd just act unperturbed, like the man didn't bother me, or didn't exist at all.

Buying Drugs

I was buying coke (I don't do drugs in waking life). I was sitting at a longish table. There was a man on the other side talking to me. He was checking me out.

He gave me a small amount to try. There was a beautiful, naked woman beside me. Before I could take the little bit to try, I had to take a small blade and cut the woman between her belly button and her lower region. I had to cut her deeply enough to draw blood. I didn't want to, but I cut her. It wasn't enough to draw blood, so she took the knife and just barely drew blood.

I felt her stomach. With my other hand I felt her ass, enjoyed it quite a bit, then touched her asshole. I was afraid she would get upset, but she didn't. I wanted to touch her front region, but didn't bring myself to do it. Then I put my mouth on her breast. I wanted to continue, but I was there for a drug transaction.

Then I took the tiny bit of the coke. It was truth serum, and I felt it in my dream. As he talked to me, he could tell what kind of person I was. I started saying "Yes sir," and my general attitude was honest and respectful.

I asked the man his name. He said it was Margo or something like that.

I was going to ask what it cost. I stumbled over my words and considered asking what is the minimum I could buy, as that would determine if I could afford it. I didn't have much money, so I knew I couldn't buy it.

He said the minimum to buy was three grams. I told him I couldn't buy that much.

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Weird Snakes

I was in a wheel chair type thing. I started to go down a hill with rocks and large jumps. I hoped I wouldn't wreck because it would have been ugly. My vehicle turned into a bicycle, but it was still going to be difficult. I made it down three jumps. It was very unstable, but I made it.

Dream skip at the bottom. I saw a two-headed python. It looked like a Burmese, about 3 feet long. I grabbed it, but I didn't get it behind the head, so he bit me.

I wanted to get him off of me, so I swung him with an up-and-over type back-hand. I smashed his head on the top of a small wall. It took three times to kill it. I got blood on my lip. I didn't want to kill it; I like snakes. I don't know why I felt I needed to.

Then I saw a tank full of snakes. They were Ball Pythons. Some were just heads, but they were like tadpoles that would grow the rest of their body later. Some were more like baby snakes.

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Making Love

I was in a huge liquor store asking about an award-winning scotch whiskey.

Dream skip

I was with a beautiful blond in a silky red Japanese style dress. She wore more makeup than I care for (I don't like makeup in waking life), but she was beautiful. I told her she may be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Another DC said it at the exact same time I did, which diluted my comment.

I stole a line from something I thought I heard in waking life, which makes me think that I was semi-lucid here. I said, "Don't keep saying what I'm thinking."

I asked the girl her name. I don't remember what she said--if anything. I took her to an open field. It was a little to visible for me, but I started taking off her clothes. Now she was wearing a lacie skirt and panties.

I asked her, "Aren't you nervous about someone seeing us?" She said, "No." I told her to take off her bra while I got on top of her. I was afraid if I took off her bra, I would have trouble focusing on her lower area again.

She took off her bra while I got on top of her. Her breasts were beautiful, but I only saw them for a brief moment. I made love to her for a little bit when the dream ended.