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i feel to lazy to write but this dream has bothered me so much i gotta get it off my chest

I was going to meetings with kind of dark looking ( describe black hair dark cloth white skin) people
and there where a few girls i liked and they seem to like me i enjoyed there company

it turned out they all turned into wolfe`s now and then and di some pretty odd things to people who did find out who they are, so in my dream i kept pretending i did know NOTHING knowing damm right what was going on

remembering to feel the hope to outsmart them maybe to be accepted later for my loyalty would be proven by my actions

i did not like the torture but there was one strong male whom seem to hold the key why i was there
He sort of was the balance to the bad actions of the other wolfs he seemed to create some sort of order into all the chaos

i woke up suddenly with the thought of i wonder if they know that i am a lynx

freaking me out

Nov. 20th, 2005

Hallo everyone, I'm new here. :) *waves.*

So anyway, the other night I had a dream that was rather different than the ones I usually have. I was in a huge house, playing some sort of game with a little dark-haired boy who was my cousin in the dream. The house was built tall and narrow, and the game we were playing involved running up and down the many flights of stairs, and exploring the rooms. We ran all the way to the very top level, and caught our breath. When we came back to the ground level, there was a gray rabbit in a pen on the kitchen floor, and lots of people were gathered in the living room. (I remember being angry because the rabbit had no food or water, and was being ignored.) They told us to be quiet, and get out of the house.

Then the dream shifts. I'm in a huge, open field with tons of people. There is a stable and a riding ring within sight. Sirius Black from the Harry Potter series comes over and tells me to "Put this on, or they'll know", as he hands me a suit of blue armor. I look around and realize that everyone is wearing either red or blue armor, and the colors are evenly divided in the field. It occurs to me that this is some sort of ritual-type game. The blue soldiers, including me, are given forks as weapons, while the red soldiers have swords. Sirius sharpens his fork and smiles at me, telling me I'd better get ready.

At the count of three, the red and blue begin to fight each other. There are isolated one-on-one battles going on, scattered throughout the field. I find myself trying to beat a red soldier with annoying smugness at how much better his weapon is than mine. Eventually I slip and he stabs me in the stomach. It doesn't hurt, but blue paint-smelling blood pours out, and then the wound closes up. I look around and see that others are lying on the ground with blue or red paint/blood dripping from them. The battle is over, and the red soldiers have won. We, the blue soldiers, retreat back towards the stables, pulling off our armor.

Later I am in the riding ring, cooling down an old, skinny chestnut stallion. I'm holding his leadrope and walking through the mud. After a while it starts to rain, but the water is warm and it feels good. The red soldier who beat me is sitting across the field on a giant white horse and laughing at me.

That's about all I remember.

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A dream.

My girlfriend and I were traveling and we had found ourselves in a foreign country. We were somewhere in a massive complex like a mall that had a domed roof, walking along the marble flooring. As people passed by, I couldn't understand what they were saying. A language I had never heard before. We had reserved a hotel somewhere in this place, but since we couldn't read, we didn't know where it was. I attempted to talk to some people--they all looked at me questioningly and shook their heads before walking along. Finally I found someone who could speak English. I spoke to her for awhile and she advised me to go to a shop further along that dealt with tourism. I thanked her and we went over to the place that she had indicated. When we got there, I had a long conversation with one of the staff members that resulted in a map and a bilingual dictionary/phrasebook. We left and made our way to the hotel. From the outside, it resembled a European asylum. It was a whitewashed building with iron bars across the window painted white. The stairway led to a white door that had a plaque with what I guessed was the hotel's name. We entered and dropped our bags into a pile next to the counter. The receptionist started speaking to me, but I couldn't understand her. When I tried speaking to her to let her know that I could only speak English, she became exasperated and lifted her hands as if to say: "I don't know what you are saying. What do you want?" I took out the phrasebook and tried to speak with her, but she became more and more reserved, as if unwilling to even bother with us. Finally it got to a point where I was infuriated and started yelling at her. My girlfriend placed herself inbetween me and the receptionist and then took the phrasebook and tried speaking to the lady. After some time with the rustling of turning pages, the receptionist finally recognized that we were staying there and who we were. She indicated for us to follow her and as we were picking up our bags, she gave me a look of utter hatred. I glared back at her. We went up a flight of stairs and through a narrow corridor which ended with a door that had printed on it 123. She opened the door and gave the key to my girlfriend and then left without saying anything. We discarded our bags and decided to go back to the complex of stores to find a restaurant. As we were walking through the maze of shops and people, I noticed somebody. I stopped to look closer at the person, but I couldn't remember where I had seen them before. It was strange. It was like deja vu. My girlfriend asked me what was wrong and I said nothing and we continued along our way. While we were eating some type of gyro filled with strange spices, rice, and beans, with chicken and vegetables, I noticed another person that I recognized. I thought about where I had seen them. I couldn't remember. But then I suddenly saw more people that I recognized, eating and talking together in a corner. They were all people that I had gone to high school with. Unnerved by this bizarre encounter, I went over and spoke to them. Apparently they had all come over here to do a scientific study on the ways of this culture. I felt so disturbed by seeing them again after all of this time, that I told them that I had to go somewhere and left. My girlfriend asked me what was going on and I told her that those people were my former classmates and that I had recognized some of them earlier--that's why I was acting so strange. We finished up and then went back to the hotel. The door was closed and we knocked on it. As the resonating sound of the pounding increased, I suddenly woke up.

Dream

The dream started pretty freaky. I was in a poor place, for an sportive event, and I was alone, searching for something. I got lost, and the sky went dark, as if it was going to rain.

I went for shelter, in somewhere that reminded me of a poor orphanage. I was looking at the kids, and I've found a little albino girl, looking sad. I went talking to the girl, and asked what was happening.

She told me something in the lines of ''Don't leaves us'' and I went pretty... What the heck, until I've asked her name. Systa, the name of a minor character from a novel that I was working on it. I was nearly stoping to write.

The Systa from my novel was an albino as well, from a poor village. The end was weird, with explosions and all.

Maybe I was feeling bad for leaving the novel? Or just a weird dream?

Jul. 30th, 2005

I haven't dreamed in months, though a couple of days ago, I had this dream:

I was in a room that was completely empty. Suddenly the walls around me seemed to enclose upon me. I didn't know what to do. I felt threatened, panicked, suffocated. The walls were closing in on me and there was no way out. No doorway. No escape. Nothing. Only four walls coming closer, all the time closer. When they were within a hands reach away, I suddenly felt the floor begin to sink. It was as if I were in a quagmire. I kept sinking, but I couldn't move my body. I was paralyzed. Paralyzed in my movements, paralyzed by my fears. Then the sinking feeling was replaced by a falling feeling, which caused me to wake up in a sweat.
I had a dream last night that really scared me and I was wondering if maybe someone could interpret what they might make of it for me.


It started off like any normal day would. I was having a pretty good day and all of the sudden, some sort of natural disaster occurred. I can't remember exactly what it was but everyone around me started panicking. I didn't know what was going on so I stood there yelling, "What do I do?! What's going on?! Where do I go?!" For some reason, I knew that I wasn't going to survive this and that I was going to die. I kept thinking, "I need to talk to Mark (Mark is my boyfriend) before I go. I have to tell him that I love him before I die. He has to know!" so I found a payphone and, for some reason, it was free. I tried to call him but it wasn't working so I sat there and let everything just happen. Somehow, I ended up surviving the disaster but was pretty much just barely alive. I knew that I wasn't going to survive my injuries and that I would end up dying a slow and painful death if I tried to wait because nobody else was alive to find me and help me so I killed myself.

I'm not really sure but I can remember something else happening right after that. I think someone found me right after I died but I can't remember exactly.


This dream really disturbed me for several reasons. 1) It felt so real. I woke up absolutely terrified and it took me a few seconds to realize that it was only a dream. 2) I've been feeling weird for the past few weeks. I'll suffer short periods of depression for no reason at all. I'll cry about anything/everything.

I told my boyfriend about my dream and it scared him. We both believe that dreams were reflections of bottled up emotions in the subconscious mind. I was wondering what other people might make of this dream.

Thank you in advance.

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