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My dream starts off with myself and two guys running around in what appears to be a whole set of underground mazes. We each have a bunch of things that we're carrying, though most of it seems to be contained in the knapsacks we're each wearing. On top of this, however, we each have a knife strapped to the outer part of our thighs, as well as a gun in our hands. I carry what simply appears to be a pistol, while my companions have what seem to be much more military grade weapons. The tunnels we're in seem to be very dark, though we appear to know what route we're taking, but we're constantly looking behind us due to low moans and grunts that echo through the stone walls.

We eventually come to an area of tunnel where there is actually an opening in the ceiling above us and for some reason this room is lit up. This is the place we're looking for and I drop my things and get sent up first. Once I'm up my first male friend starts passing me his equipment before I haul him up, and we start doing the same for the second guy. However, the second dude is taking what seems forever to send his stuff up to so I remember remarking how 'You need to stop sending your shit up to me one at a time.' Just as I'm telling him this a loud noise echoes almost right beside us and the third of our group pales, looks down the path we came from, and looks briefly at us before running down the tunnel saying, "Guys, I'm sorry." He starts making a lot of noise as he goes, looking to draw the zombies away from where we are. It doesn't take long before it seems they catch up to him when he starts screaming and wet noises fill the tunnel. It's past time being able to save him.

We scoop up all of our belongings and exit the room into what seems to be just a normal (albeit larger) home. We walk through the kitchen and living room before exiting the house and it turns out that it's built on a beach. Walking out from the home has us standing almost at water's edge and there is an entire community of people living here: there are people sun tanning by the water, kids swimming in it, and it's just an entirely laid-back atmosphere. A couple of older men approach us to welcome us to their home and take most of our inventory besides our knives to a communal armory. Some other people encourage us to go enjoy ourselves, so we shrug and decide to go find stuff to do. I decide to go swimming so run up to the water in my clothes and go right in.

I'm swimming only until I get to water depth about twice my height when I notice a small body just sitting at the bottom of the section of ocean. I can somehow tell it's not a zombie, but instead a small boy of maybe 8 years, and I swim down to pull him up and out of the ocean. Once I get him out I run to take him over to a building side and start trying to do anything I can to get water out of his system, yelling "Are you ok?" He swats away my hand and simply replies, "I'm fine." It gets awkward and silent for what seems like an eternity and I ask what he was doing at the bottom of the ocean. This look that gives me chills passes his face, and replies, "You'll find the answers you seek on the dark face of the moon." The kid then looks like he's about to try to eat my face and I scream, but instead his body becomes translucent and he absorbs into me. As he does a million different images of the future pass through my head, though I do not know if they're different moments down the same timeline, or a million different possibilities for the future that our timeline could progress down.

Thoroughly freaked out, I go inside to try to find something to eat. My friend is there in the kitchen with a female just a bit older than me and she's cooking for the group. She hands us both another, much sharper knife and explains exactly how to strike a zombie to minimize damage so that we can filet it better and cook it up (not only do zombies apparently come through the tunnel every now and then, but they are available to eat). Just as she says this, a couple actually appear from the catacombs and we follow her instructions to kill them clean. Just as we're dragging the bodies towards her, a few more come up and we do the same thing. She remarks how odd it is, as only a couple at the most tend to come up a day. Another body appears from the tunnel, but the results are much different this time. While the person looks like another zombie and is even partially decayed, it behaved like a human. It ducked around our strikes and grabbed the knife from my friend before lancing it through his throat. As my friend is collapsing to the ground, the creature runs back to the tunnel and somehow destroys the narrow opening, so now it's a large, sloping gap for a horde of zombies to come up. Most are normal, but there are quite a few who look like chargers from Left 4 Dead, as well as a couple that look like tanks from this game.

The female and I both try to run back out, but I'm the only one who actually leaves. I start screaming for everyone to get out and to run just before the horde comes out behind me. Many people aren't fast enough and become lunch for the group of zombies. A large creature of our own appears, seeming to me like an almost mini-Godzilla but with wings. It scoops up a couple of people and prepares to take flight. I just about get grabbed by a zombie, but a woman pushes me out of the way and screams when the zombie bites her in the throat. When the Godzilla creature grabs me to take with it, the woman gurgles out, "You've seen the future and you'll be the one to save us all." As the creature takes flight and takes us with it, my dream ends.

I let out an exhalation as my feet rise and fall on the hot sand. Its warmth ascends through my body as a light breeze glides across my skin, offering a relief from the hot sun in the clear sky overhead. The dunes of a vast white desert stretch out before me miles in every direction. I am alone. No one but me and the endless sand and dust in the wind.

A figure shows itself in the distance. A man? Standing out there on the dunes. His long robes flow in the wind as he stares, as if waiting for me to continue on with him. It could be nothing but a mirage, but he's there. Standing. Waiting.

To my left - sand. To my right - sand. I must follow this elusive stranger.

I attempt to quicken my pace, but my legs are slow and heavy. The sand grows deeper. Each step I take sinks down into the dunes beneath my feet. The weight of the sack over my shoulder slows my pace. Regardless of how close I seem to get, the mysterious stranger always seems to be half a mile ahead, each moment disappearing over another dune. My instinct to catch up to the him is strong, yet my skepticism comes forth. Is this a mystic or is this a trickster? An illusion or a real being? The tricksters encountered in the past have been many, drawing me into the depths of their schemes. Lured in by my curiosity and their promises of higher knowledge, only to find myself caught within their web of lies. Chained and held prisoner within a cave of endless illusory pleasures, staring at the shadows of the puppeteer behind me. Captivated with no choice of control and no freedom of thought as my neurological hardware finds itself hacked and rewired by a malevolent existential programmer. Food for the carnivorous fish in the deep sea of a predatorial universe starving for vital conscious energy.

However, this doesn't feel that way. I have a choice in the matter. I feel the ability to turn back at any moment. My heart tells me to continue on, that this is the way, and so I follow.

My legs are heavy and my breathing is slow in the thick desert air. Hours seem to pass by with a lost sense of time melting away into the sun as it beats down on my bare shoulders. As the seconds, minutes, or hours pass, however, I make it over the top of the tallest dune.

Below me is a vast canyon, spanning far to my left and right. The distance to its bottom looks staggering. Jagged rocks. Darkness. On the other side of the canyon resides a lush jungle. The sound of waterfalls and birds singing in the trees graces my ears. I know I have never been to this forest before, but something feels familiar and welcoming. Across the canyon stands the mysterious robed stranger. I look down, but see no way of crossing to the other side. He stares into my eyes, his gaze penetrating my soul. In those eyes I see my own. The deep blue. The white hair. This is so familiar. Something profoundly deep and eternal resides between us.

I look down at my hands and notice the white paws and fur covering my skin. This is me. He is me. That is who I am. As the realization hits me, a bridge forms. Frail and held together by nothing but some twine and a few boards, but there nonetheless.

I can't make it with this bag, however. If I lose it though, I lose the only sense of identity I have. I lose my past. I lose myself. Many times before have beings nearly tricked me into leaving my past behind. Tricked me into forgetting my name. The name of my family and ancestors. It binds us to ourselves. If we forget our name we forget what it means to be a human. So quick are we to give up our identities for the sake of achieving fame, recognition, or making a quick buck. Is it worth it though? Is this mysterious forest worth the risk?

Behind me lies the white desert, in front of me the lush mysterious jungle.

I don't have a choice. I must go. I drop the bag I'm holding and make my way slowly, but surely across the bridge. I feel lighter, I feel free. The bridge sways beneath my four paws and I attentively place each one, careful not to crack a single one of the boards. One misstep and I'll go cascading into the rocky chasm below. The boards creek with each step and the breeze blows against the fur of my ankles. One step. Two. Three. Four. I will make it across. There is no turning back.

I glance behind me to realize I'm halfway across. A surge of accomplishment and positive anticipation wells up through my veins. With the sense of achievement comes a spiral of light from every direction. Bursts of fire surround me. The bridge. It's transformed. Pure glass. Not a thin glass, however. Strong. Sturdy. Unbreakable. I look into the crystal flooring to see my reflection. I am older, no longer a young cub, and my mane has begun to grow. With each step I feel myself grow closer to wisdom.

As I step off the bridge I make my way over to the stranger in robes. He stands tall. A white lion. A wise sage, eyes filled with the wisdom of the ancients. His velvet robes embroidered in blue, black, green, and yellow designs. Natural and flowing, psychedelic, but not overwhelming. He stares into my eyes and with his gaze I know this spirit has been with me a long time. That he has been following me throughout my daily life, his silent words speaking to me through every experience, guiding me along the winding rivers. I know now this being is within me. My higher self. My future. My most true form.

We walk through a path in the forest and life permeates the air, spirits in every direction. When I close my eyes I feel the mother of our world, a great serpent. Wise and powerful, stern but loving. Her gaze is piercing. Right to the depths of my being. I know this is not my territory, but it is her territory. She offers it to us. She shares it, the comfort of her love pervading our every thought.

The jungle air is moist against my skin, the trees are tall, and the scent of flowers and flowing water is refreshing as it courses through my body. As we turn a corner in the path, a beautiful sanctuary reveals itself beyond the leaves of the forest. Mountains, hot springs, waterfalls, and lush foliage surround my companion and me. Within its center resides a pristine lake. Water so clear one can see all the way to the bottom, circular stones covering its floor. So white and round they could almost be eyes gazing up from the primordial depths of the Earth. The trees are the most pure green I've ever laid eyes upon. This is paradise.

My guide turns to me and smiles.

"Are you ready to find your destiny?"

And with that we walk off into the mesmerizing sanctuary before us, transfixed by the mysteries that await.

Mountains. Climb. Train. Shortcut. One of us can see far.
False awakening. lucid. Sleep paralysis. Dark vision of my right arm.

AFTERNOON

Ticket? French fries. eminor. Book by Rob. A. WES. Many people. Smoke. Trivia. The first and second was easy but I can't light my cigar. Third one missed: I am wrong. A woman asked me if I have research magick 3-1-1. I gave her a blank stare. She said that I'm not the advanced magician she thought I was. Remembered her from a meeting with Rob or elsewhere. Theosophy. She's Rose. She showed me a brown pipe. Asked if they deliver to the province. She just gave it. Her room or sanctuary was borrowed there for a few days. 30% of it? 30% of her soul? Explored the sanctuary. Mind and body retraining.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a huge building like a church. The building was actually made up of a few different kinds of buildings, all joined together. Some of the sections may actually have been more like a school building. But the part I was in was like a huge, dim sanctuary in a church.

There were other people in the sanctuary, but only a few. I was at a distance from most of them. A priest was also in the sanctuary.

I was concerned because a girl (possibly H, though at least at certain points in the dream she may have been a blonde woman) was really upset about something. The woman was at the very other end of the building. But I knew she was so upset that she was planning on leaving this building, and the neighborhood it was in, altogether.

I knew I needed to stop her. But I didn't know how I could. I knew I'd have a chance to stop her: she'd have to walk past this end of the building as she ran away. I imagined the woman in a gauzy dress, almost as fancy and long as a wedding dress, running away through a mostly barren ball field that was just outside the sanctuary. A door in the sanctuary was actually open to this ball field right now.

Everybody seemed to be concerned about the woman. The priest told me, "Well you just have her come outside to meet me. I'll play some sports with her, and that'll get her to stay."

I thought the priest was being kind of stupid. I thought to my experience with people professed to be "analysts" in the business world. I thought how they always thought they had such great solutions to problems. But, really, I reflected, they just messed things up even more than they had previously been messed up. The priest kind of reminded me of an analyst. So I didn't want to trust him.

Soon the woman (who may now definitely have been H) went running through the ball field. I ran out and stopped her. For some reason, H, the priest, and I all started playing something like hockey in the ball field.

The three of us at first just seemed to be knocking the puck back and forth to each other. Then it eventually seemed like we were playing against each other, as if each of us were a separate team.

We each had a hockey stick made out of some kind of metal, like the metal on doors or coverings for sidewalks, with criss-crossings of metal nubs all along the surface. The sticks were painted red and blue. At some point, the sticks may have been made out of something like very thin balsa wood.

The priest, H, and I were all in a kind of fun scuffle, trying to get at the puck. I didn't feel like I was being brave enough about getting into the middle of things. So I worked my way in even more. The priest said, "What are you doing in the middle of things like this? You aren't supposed to be out here like this. You're a goalie!"

I realized the priest was right. I was a little ashamed of myself. I walked over to some area that I now designated the goal. I figured when ----- (I don't know which of the two) shot, I'd stay brave and do my best to catch the puck, no matter how hard the puck was or how much it hurt my hands. I also figured I'd stick my hand in amongst the fighting sticks to grab the puck, even if the sticks hurt my hands.

I looked behind myself. I may have seen a beige curtain of heavy, velvety material. The curtain seemed to be as big as the curtain for a big theatre.

vividness: 6
Lucidity: 0
I was at a ice skating rink, and i remember that i had just left, i had a gram bag on me. i saw a cop and wanted to run away. I ran about 200 ft over a few hills and under a bridge. This was the hobo sanctuary, there 2 hobos sleeping in the beam above us with a board in between the beams to make the surface. There was a black lady that wasn't sleeping i remember how nice she was to everybody. There were trees under the bridge that were almost hitting the top of it. They grew every fruit imaginable, and it wouldn't have been the sanctuary without them.
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I left the ice skating rink, and went to my friend Jordan's mom's house. We all headed up to his attic to smoke, my friend Colby was there to, and I remember this one girl being there that liked back in seventh grade, but i haven't seen her much in high school. I remember thinking in my head "could i get lucky?" We were going to smoke, but suddenly i forgot to call my parents to tell them I went to his house. I went to call them and the phone just wouldn't work. I would go to hit a number and a letter would come up, or the number symbol #. I finally decided to walk home. I got to my house and told them i was staying at his house, and i wanted a ride back.
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There was a medical marijuana clinic that had just opened, you could take your weed there and get the baggy stamped, and it would be legal. I was going to have this done and go over to Jordan's (came up a lot in this dream). I went to get up in line and they said they needed to see my card also, I remember i had 2 gram bags and another pinch in this one bag. I only took one out in case he would notice I'm not a real patient, and take it. I simply said that I left my card at home, and would be back later. I remember this freshman being before i walked down the street, and was talking to him on my way to Jordan's. He had been one of the shortest kid in the high school that some one could probably mistake for a elementary school kid, I remember talking to him in the mourning in real life. He had gotten a gram bag stamped(he doesn't smoke in real life) and was all ready pretty stoned to begin with. I headed off to Jordan's and we went out separate ways.
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I got to Jordan's and remember the garage door being opened i walked in, and Colby, and Jordan were already smoking out of the bong.
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We had gotten new fish in our fish tank and i was looking a them asking my mom when we had gotten them. I forget what she said.
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I watch a documentary yesterday on the moment of death, and how they would use hypothermia to save lives when people were in cardiac arrest. My pet bird had been frozen solid some how. I got some hot water and was worried that she would die, and it wouldn't work. I dropped her frozen body in the water and she flew right out.

Jan 24



I am walking alone across a desert landscape. The terrain is completely flat and barren... comprised of dust. It's a little windy, but this doesn't bother me so much, because though it's windy the dust isn't blowing at all. I know that I have a destination in mind but I don't know exactly what it is until I reach it. In the middle of the dreamscape, surrounded by nothing, a large white museum stands.

I make my way inside the massive building and see that there are other people there. We weren't all necessarily there to see or meet each other, we just had the same goal or destination. I am surrounded by small groups of individuals who are excited to see me. We talk briefly and I move between groups, or rather, the groups move around me, and I react to them.

Our conversations revolve mostly around dreams, and this reinforcement lets me know that I am dreaming. However, I don't have a moment to enjoy it, because the INSTANT I become lucid... I hear a loud droning bomb siren. An alarm flared and from deep within the museum I could hear planes overhead. All of us inside ran out into the desert to see a plane fly low above us and fire something from one of its turrets. It trailed green and lands on the roof of the museum. It flashes like a green strobe light and within moments another plane flies over and dumps another tracking device on the opposite end of the roof. I can tell that they are triangulating our position and that our cover has been blown. In the ensuing stress I forget my lucidity. Everybody escapes and runs in different directions, back into the desert, away from the compromised museum headquarters.

I've entered some type of sanctuary, in a place that's like a crevice in a sandstone mountain/rock, with a pool of water in the middle about waist deep with massive, beautiful trees with huge trunks growing out of the pool, with leaves like a willow, flowering. There's a stone path I can see on the pools floor, and a stone path around the side of the pool. I am walking around the path, and there are some people dressed mostly in black sitting against the wall that seem to be praying or contemplating. I get an intense feeling that this place is sacred, and walk slowly and act accordingly. I come across a type of gaurd, sitting cross legged dressed completely in black robes with a type of mask/head dress. The gaurd does not move as we pass, and just beyond there is a ledge leading into the pool, the stone path is infront of me, and I step in the pool feeling the gaurd's approval to my entering the pool in some sort of direct communication method. The people that I am with walk through the pool to the right along that path, underneath a stone arch in the wall that leads to another room. Wading in the pool I admire the beauty around me and walk to the left toward the trees, and I notice an unusual pattern in the rock wall infront of me, like icycles or the types of rock formations you find hanging down from caves like pillars or spikes. I see that the formation continues down into the water, so I take a deep breath and submerge. Looking ahead, the pillars continue down [only waist deep or a little more, and the place is dark, yet at the same time a reddish-orange glow radiates from the corner, and it seems to get deeper and deeper, and I am suddenly seized with panic and fear, and percieve the place not necessarily to represent hell or evil, but eternity, fear, inhuman, dark, perilous. I jump up from the water and look around to find my friends and tell them what has just happened and leave the place, but I am still curious, and master my fear and submerge again. This time I gaze into the abyss, between two tree trunks, and while it looks the same, I see it this time without fear, and it fills me with a sense of eternity, calm, orderly, representing death to me. I sit cross legged, on the floor of the water and breathe underwater, and just gaze into it and filled with a profound sense of calmness of mind, and nothing else.

This dream held a lot of meaning for me while it happened, and ever since it has happened I can remember the entire vividly. I've come to feel that the dream has some parallel toward my attitude about death, or attitudes, if you will. The gaurd and how we communicated is still has me struck dumb. I'm not big into dream interpretation but it seems to blatant to overlook.