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I am walking down a path, flanked by fields of wheat flowing in the breezes. The path radiates love, and peace, and it pulls on me to let go of the world. It asks me to free myself. To imagine. I feel the cold air all around me, stinging the warmth of my heart. I pass through this place and everything loses meaning, and I am lost to my thoughts, my memories. Within that uncertainty there is a worm, living in the maze of thoughts. It is the only thing that has solid worth....MORE
&dreamText2=It follows me in the dream, slithering in my shadow. It has no home of its own, existing only where I am, and it feeds on my feelings. I am sad because it has no mouth to speak, or eyes to cry, and is unable to communicate its own feelings. Though it is always following me, I never see the worm, always behind me, just out of sight. Even still, I am aware of its presence, and its warm love within my soul. ...PREVIOUS
&dreamLinks= ]]> ]]>I am the bottom of a hill in a forest, and I see a man emerging from the wood. He is leaving the school there, shrouded in night, a knapsack over one shoulder. The image that comes to mind is the woodcutter in Little Red Riding Hood. He is spooked. He knows there are things lurking just out of sight, dark, shadowy things that mean ill. We speak of the things in the night, and I take his hand. I lead him up the hill, and we can see black fog curling around the edges of the sky, and sheets of green lightning coming towards us. I gesture in the air and they recede, and we trudge more quickly towards the top of the hill. He is wide-eyed. ...MORE
&dreamText2=The shadows are growing in number, and they are after us. The dark faerie, the one among them that has form, is rushing to capture us. We reach the top of the hill, and I tighten my grip on his hand, and jump. I can hear the faerie shrieking that she has lost us. We descend like kites into the canopy, flying, and I know this is a protected space, a sacred place. We are in the upper branches of a giant tree. Veins of light, warm and light green spiral around the trunk and branches, connected to the torso of a beautiful green Lady. She is pale, and radiates love. MORE... ...PREVIOUS
&dreamText3=I become light and spread myself like a net, enfolding the man. He lays in my embrace at her feet. He is hardened to his emotions, and stubborn like a small child. He wants to keep his defenses but there is no place for that here. A whistle appears in my hand, and I blow a melody through it, broken and off-key. It reverberates through the tree limbs and bounces back, transformed-- it sounds delicate, like the tinkling of bells, and the song breaks him open. It's as if he is crying; he lets everything, everything go. MORE... ...PREVIOUS
&dreamText4=I release him to a branch, and he nearly slides off. I right him, entrusting him to the Lady. I circle the tree, and call out, "Mother?" A strange look crosses the Lady's face-- this is not what she was expecting, but she says it is wondrous she was here to witness it. A woman steps out from behind the man, more solid than the Lady of light. I have called her here because I am ready to continue my lesson. She gathers me to her, and we fly from the tree. I turn into an egg in her arms, and she carries me, flying, skimming the forest floor. This goes on for a long time, in darkness. All my senses diminish by the feeling of her arms, and my nerves flutter as we brush the ground. ...PREVIOUS
&dreamLinks= ]]> ]]>I am in my childhood living room in Detroit. It is dark, dingy... stagnantly void of all movement save for a flickering old black and white television before me. It beckons me kneel in front of it to examine it further. Hidden under a veil of static, I made out the silhouettes of singed and ashen buildings that remained standing as a skeleton of a city. Floating in front of both the chaotic scenery and static a wingless angel projected her gaze at me, piercing the barriers of the television screen. ...MORE
&dreamText2=Her eyes were dark and knowing, and her black hair cascaded down to her waist to contrast against the purity of her white gown. A simple silver sphere was strung around her neck with a black leather cord. Frightened by the implication of this scene, I stumble backwards onto the floor and am immediately surrounded by a booming voice from above. "The world is coming to an end! The world is coming to an end!" ...PREVIOUS
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There are four people in nice suits standing in front of an airplane with their hands raised, as if for a photo op. I have this feeling that if they get on the plane, the plane will be destroyed. Then in the second part of the dream there are four different people in suits standing in front some sort of machine. The machine is metallic and has 10 10 on the front of it, towards the top in big black and white square letters. It looks to me like some big ATM machine but from the screaming response of the crowds and the photographers it's obviously something very important. ...MORE
&dreamText2=I get the feeling that the four people are evil and even though they are smiling they have a really cold look in their eyes like they've succeeded in something bad. Suddenly, I'm in a ship on the lower deck looking kind of up and out of a little round window. Instead of just seeing blue, clear water and sun like I had earllier I see greyish dirty water with yellow foam and what looks like yellow dots. The boat says 10 10 and there are soldiers dressed in weird uniforms speaking a language I don't understand. I just look at the dirty water and feel panicked. ...PREVIOUS
&dreamLinks= ]]> ]]>I’m in a building at night. It’s elongated like an old schoolhouse, but I don't know what the building is for. It is abandoned, with narrow staircases and odd shaped rooms and corridors, all old and in disrepair. The building sits on the sea cliffs, separated by boat docks. The night is misty and blue-tinted. My bones have been stolen by thieves, and they're still looking to take what's left of me. I am in danger of being found by them, their handheld oil lamps illuminating the dark corners I'm hiding in. Someone-- a being made of light, glowing--- comes to me and hands me a healing balm. ...MORE
&dreamText2=Somehow she tells me it is for my eyes. I rub it in one eye at a time, and as I do so the world become brighter. I can see in the dark now, and move slowly between pools of darkness to steal my bones back from the unsuspecting thieves. ...PREVIOUS
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