Monday, January 30, 2006

+ Food locker? +

My locker is an ailse in the grocery store (in a row of four, grey-blue lockers; adjacent to the milk product section). While taking my books out I start dusting flour off the shelf and inside, trying to read a label that looks like nutritional information. It says things like when it was made, where, the coditions, etc. Apparently my locker was made on a cloudy day. There are people walking by as I try to read the one next to mine. I'm thinking about calories.

Laurel 1:42 AM

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Tuesday, January 03, 2006

+ Meat Sauce +

I find myself wrapped in a quilt, walking down the dark hallways of the pysch ward in the hospital. I came back to say thank you.

Suddenly I find myself pushing a cart down a field following people in band costumes... it seems to be some kind of outside ceremony. There are people handing out nachos and meat sauce but my cart is already full of meat sauce! I almost panic, thinking about not eating any of what's there. I don't want to end up back at the hospital, though.

We all line up on the side but I still have the cart. Laughing histerically, I push it away.

Laurel 11:17 AM

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Wednesday, August 31, 2005

+ Phyxism +

It's the first day of school and my alarm clock didn't go off. I wake up at 9:30 instead. In order to get to school I have to push the car (because I don’t have my licence) all the way. Surprisingly it doesn't take much time and I arrive at 'my' school, which doesn’t resemble my real school at all.

It's apparently in an alternate universe as well because suddenly everything is quite different. Candles are used in most places, excluding churches and what appear to be government buildings of some kind and everyone follows a religion called Phyxism (I saw it written on the church). It is my (and that of the other students) job to learn everything we can about the world and it's culture.

One boy (I don't recognize him from real life or any dreams) and I go to the church where we meet someone who is part of the 'clergy'… she is something like a priestess, but not exactly. We're talking about something, asking questions about things… the boy asks about electrical wires being under or over the city. I interrupt him and say "have you seen any light bulbs around here?" and then I look beside me and see some on the wall. “Oh… hm, that's weird.”

I'm becoming suspicious that something strange is going on. After she leaves I look at the floor where there is an eye painted, as if part of a painting. Then another one, and two more… they're not appearing but I notice them slowly. Suddenly I realize a painting is partially on floor. It resembles the Mona Lisa, but only in the fact that it is a girl in the same position. I realize that the rest of the painting much be somewhere else in the city.

I return to school, where it seems that I'm training to be a ninja… O__o Anyway, part of my training is to get on a gondola out on the water and beat three guys also on gondolas… weird…

Anyway, I visit the clocktower and find that the painting is finished there. I realize something about the universe and about the school… but I can't quite remember what.

Laurel 11:32 AM

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Monday, August 22, 2005

+ White hallways +

I'm in what looks like a hospital. The walls, ceiling, and tiled floors are all sterile white... even the swinging doors are colourless. I'm wearing my red dress, my watch, and - of course - my wristband. There are many girls with me... a large group of girls I don't know are standing by a white telephone laughing and talking animatedly. I'm standing with Liz, Steph, and a couple girls I don't recognize, away from them in the middle of the hallway. I can't recall what we were talking about but I was only listening with a blank look on my face.

Someone by the phone tells us something about a dog (assumed to be Liz's). I follow them (Steph, Liz, and one of the girls) through the doors and into an identical hallway.

Laurel 1:01 PM

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Thursday, August 18, 2005

+ Ciao H. +

I'm fully aware in this dream of where my body is (asleep, lol) and how it is moving. The dream is more like a movie only I'm inside the body of a 24 year-old girl at a party (I see from her eyes, exactly like I see from my own. This doesn't usually happen in my dreams). First I see Two men laughing at something on a small TV... then I'm with a group of friends sitting on the back of a truck. I'm holding a heart-shaped rock that says "CIAO" in painted letters (there's something below that, perhaps an initial for a last name... I think it was an H). Then there are a lot of flashes and a man getting out of a car near a fountain. He has a gun and shoots me.

"Ciao: [n] an acknowledgment that can be used to say hello or goodbye (aloha is Hawaiian and ciao is Italian) [pronunciation: chou]" - Dictionary.com

Laurel 9:16 AM

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Tuesday, August 09, 2005

+ Sullivan +

I'm in a bedroom but I don't recognize it at all... everything is in Anime, which is weird. In the middle there is a large bed (queen/king size?) but off to the side, by a big window, there is a smaller cot. I'm leaning over the edge, peering down at the sleeping face of a boy my age or sightly older. He has messy black hair and green eyes...

I whisper, "Sully?"

The boy opens his eyes and looks up at me, dazed for a moment. His expression changes to that anime surprised/shocked look (I'm trying to find an image...) and I almost fall off the edge.

Coming very close to him, on the left side of the bed, I whisper as quietly as possible, "My name is Laurel but you may know me as Kite..." He looks surprised and asks me to reapeat it. I do, exactly as before. After this we talk for a long time but I can't remember what it was we were talking about.

Laurel 9:35 AM

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Thursday, July 28, 2005

+ Trenchcoat Man +

Ann (non-Journey-series, I think) and I are driving down a country road. I look out the window and marvel at the gigantic moon. Remembering something about nights when the moon is as big as it is, I peer through the driver's side window and realize it's being reflected in several different places. Even Earth is reflected (much larger) along with the moon.

We eventually arrive at a cottage in the middle of nowhere. It has a barn and a couple of acres of land, probably for cows or horses. Ann and I are in the loft... it's dark there but she insists on drawing an extremely detailed picture of the trenchcoat man with the black hat (present in the third Journey series dream very briefly). Although the picture is almost completely black (other than his eyes, which were white) she's using a tiny paintbrush.

Laurel 8:44 AM

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Thursday, July 21, 2005

+ Escaping School +

I go to a school that's more like a concentration camp in a town that I don't recognize. The conditions are bad there and no one is allowed to leave. Myself and two people who are also trapped (one of them being my good friend Ann, though not the Journey-version) decide to escape by running away when the "guards" aren't looking. As we run down the old street (I remember it was very tan and yellow) we find that we just aren't fast enough on our own. "Grab hands!" I call as we struggle to escape. Ann and my other friend take hands and push eachother forward as we run, combining our efforts. Unfortunately, the person I don't know somehow becomes seperated from us and we can't go back to get them. Ann and I, however, continue to run.

As soon as we escape we come to another school. This one is apparently much safer... we are both given a room and uniform and told we can stay.

Laurel 11:01 PM

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Monday, July 18, 2005

+ Waking up in the Future +

I don't remember much about the first dream other than at the end I was peeling layer upon layer of bandaids and tape off my mouth. I was cryinbg and the tears weakened the adhesive and allowed me to pull them off. Then I "woke up" from that dream relieved tha it was over. My room was dark, apparently lit by the tiny string of lights I used to keep over the bed. I looked at the clock like I normally do and it said 7:49pm. This confused me because outside it was still very dark.

I looked at my calender and was surprised to find that it was on a different month, in fact, it was a different calender altogether! I had written something on the top half of the calender (where the image normally is), something about Sullivan I had written years before. It reminded me of a journal entry I made just last night... at 7:49 pm exactly. A line had been drawn below it and it different handwriting Sullivan had written something about the entry above. I don't remember what he said exactly but he wrote about being happy that I waited for him (my original journal entry was about wondering whether or not I should be waiting or if I doing that is the one thing I shouldn't.) Below that another line was drawn and something else was written but I never read that...

Instead, I looked at what appeared to be a shelf on my wall right next to be bed where there is only wall now. A large, yet thin hardcover book was there. It featured an expanse of stars and a title that covered the entire front ("something something and other stories about stars"). I took this book beside me and suddenly the calender was a book and the notes were written inside the cover. I remember thinking, "it's the future" before I went to sleep with the two books and woke up. Actually woke up this time.

Laurel 7:51 AM

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Friday, July 15, 2005

+ The Journey 5 +

I'm walking through a crowded bar. Something tells me I'm in Flatland but things appear to be four-dimensional. I think Sullivan is there... then the world changes and we are in the Farside comics, though again it doesn't look like it. It's dark and gloomy, with everything looking like something out of "The Stinky Cheeseman and other Fairly Stupid Tales". People were upside down and everything was dim. Sullivan says, "We're in the land of Farside now. Flatland is far beyond us..."

Laurel 7:46 AM

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Saturday, July 09, 2005

+ Socks +

All I remember is getting ready for school and looking for my white knee-high socks. My younger sister was there but that's about all I know...

Laurel 6:16 AM

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Thursday, July 07, 2005

+ The War +

A war has been started between the Silver side and the Bronze side by the Silver Warlords who only wish to create death so they can eat the human bodies once rigomortis has taken affect. Myself and a group of companions I chose carefully, each for their own strengths, have infiltrated the Silver base (through the back door, lol) and become part of the army in order to spy for the Bronze.

The war begins, but my group is still dressed in silver armour. We're rushing through knee-deep water toward the Bronze side but at the last moment each of us turn slightly and lead astray a small group of the Silver army. Distracted, they are immediately plowed down by the spears of the Bronze army. They don't harm me, I guess they have some other way of telling whose who.

In water up to our shoulders, a little while later, three of us (two twin girls and myself) stand stalk straight. The first girl turns swiftly and swirls the water around her very slightly to avoid the heavy man trying to hit her. She stops in front of a square red beam of wood and says to her opponent, "Hit me and I will deflect the blow." It doesn't sound like a threat, more like a statement of fact. Her sister does the same and finally I follow. The huge man pulls back his arm and I think to myself, "okay, just think of his energy being spread out for miles and miles... it'll just bounce."

Laurel 7:47 AM

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Wednesday, July 06, 2005

+ Blacklight Anime +

(I had this dream while I was sleeping during the day.)

Two scientists are using a some kind of "scope" (it had a name, but I can't remember it) to look into a monkey enclosure (for some reason, the monkies are wearing really cool blank and white striped arm bands O___o;). The thing casts a dark-purple light in an oval where it points... it reveals that there are four identicle Anime magazines burried in a line. The blacklightscope goes over them and instead of saying "Anime-Anime-Anime-Anime" they say something like "Look-Here-Take-Them". I'm pretty sure about the last two but the first ones are probably wrong.

When I woke up I was telling myself it wasn't happening so I guess it was bad.

Laurel 12:59 PM

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+ The Journey 4 +

I'm in the Gym at my elementary school sitting on the bench in the right corner on the same wall as the door... it's slightly dimmed. Sullivan sits beside me but I'm turned slightly away from him. He leans closer and I smile because I know he's trying to be supportive. Apparently I have some kind of assignment to work on but it isn't really for school at all. I'm worried; I can't start yet because something isn't right.

This dream continued but I can't remember anything else concrete. The Sullivan here is the same age as I am... that puts this dream at the beginning now. Also, I am certainly me in this dream, not Kite. (read the "Recurring Dream Explanation" by clicking on the second square)

Laurel 8:01 AM

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Monday, July 04, 2005

+ At the school +

Again, I can't remember anything much, only that I was at the school building again. My dreams are beginning to show a pattern... it probably has something to do with being taught, teaching, or learning.

Laurel 8:00 AM

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Sunday, July 03, 2005

+ Dream Portals +

Oh, if only I could remember this one better! I know I was in the school building, not sure where... there was something about dreams being portals to new... places. Or things. Or old places. Uh, things. Something! Someone was telling me... I wish I knew who it was.

Laurel 7:40 AM

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Saturday, July 02, 2005

+ "and I still found you!" +

I don't remember very much... I am in the cafeteria (where the tables are) only it is set up like an outdoor market, with fresh food and things to be bought. Apparently I'm working for a chubby woman whom I know in the dream... she orders me about like a slave. I remember wearing Tabatha's outfit from Tales of Symphonia (or something very close to it).

My parents come and rescue me from her tyranny. Someone (not sure who) whispers, "It's worse than if someone raped her." Weird.

Anyway, we leave, but not before she makes a final exclaimation:"I wasn't even looking and I still found you.!"

Laurel 5:44 PM

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Friday, July 01, 2005

+ Enemy from Journey +

A really strange dream but I can't remember anything solid. I know that the villian from the third Journey Dream was present.

Laurel 7:59 AM

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Thursday, June 30, 2005

+ Two Parts +

Kind of hard to remember. There was something about me having more than one "piece" or "part" and that the part that isn't the "now me" was doing a test. In the dream it was a literal written exam kind of thing...

Laurel 7:05 AM

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Wednesday, June 29, 2005

+ The King of Mice +

Although I appear human, in my dream I am a mouse. I am travelling with two others; an older dark-haired boy (the prince of mice) and a girl my age named Sarah (or perhaps my name is Sarah, I'm not entirely sure). This is not part of the Journey series but the boy appears to be the same, only this is a different life with him. (the closest I could find to his appearance is this art, the third guy from the left, aka Sirius. Kind of. Er...)

Another boy my age with dark hair as well is our enemy (resembles Minoru Kokubunji from Chobits only more evil)... he wishes to take the kingdom from "Sullivan" (since I can't keep calling him "the guy with dark hair", from now on I will use the name I have been pondering for a while).

We are all in my high school but it is all very large (well, we are mice) and we're trying to get to the cafeteria which is at the back of the school. One incident I recall happens near the payphones... Sullivan needs to get to the top so we can see a little farther. I watch as he prepares to climb and look away quickly when he notices, a little embarrassed that I was staring.

We make our way to the cafeteria by boat (there's no water, we just row through the hallway O___o) but the other guy gets there first. Somehow in the end Sully regains his crown... I don't get that far though.

Laurel 6:48 AM

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Friday, June 24, 2005

+ The same sword? +

I don't remember very much but Ann is reading a bookd called "Strong _____" or "______ Strong". In it there is a character named Raoul. At the very end of the dream I say to her, "But I don't even have a weapon!" To which she replies, "I'll give you the sword from my book." I have a feeling it's the same sword from The Journey series (see below parts 1, 2 and 3). I laugh, saying, "But I can't bring that to school..."

Laurel 5:59 AM

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Wednesday, June 22, 2005

+ Then that I shall be +

Between sleep and wakefulness I drift. Suddenly a voice asks me without words, "do you want to be a bringer of my message?" I reply with a degree of awareness that I do not normally have, "You mean, like prophets?" A kind smile radiates from everywhere. "Yes, in a way." About to say yes, I wonder, "are you of God, 'cause if you're not, go away." I connect and bring up a shield but warmth passes through it and surrounds me. It is the most wonderful feeling; like being wrapped in a blanket with no seems or imperfections and no pieces. Just completeness with no disconnection from anything anywhere. It's as if I am being held by a mother and father at the same time and I am a newborn child.

"Yes." I mumble, almost out loud

"Then that you shall be."

Laurel 11:00 PM

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Saturday, June 18, 2005

+ Messed-up time +

Not much is remembered...

I'm on the bus, it's winter, and I'm with Bethany. We're talking about going somewhere... I'm not sure where or why. [events between are forgotten] Suddenly I'm back home and someone rings the doorbell. Bethany stands there behind a pile of snow in our doorway, dressed in blue and lavender winter clothing. She holds a pillowcase, and tells me it's Halloween before continuing on down the street.

I run upstairs and tell my sister then go to my room and check the clock. "It's almost midnight," I say but the clock actually says 3:36 (AM or PM, I'm not sure). I check the calender and it's not actually October either. Confused I stare at it, then I wake up.

Laurel 7:55 AM

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Friday, June 17, 2005

+ Old Japan +

Most of this dream has been forgotten but before I woke up this is what happned. I'm in the war museum in Ottawa (the new one) in the upper level only now it's a bookstore. I'm looking for a book but I don't remember which. I come to a section with very large books (two feet 'tall' and one foot 'wide' in most cases) and notice a book called "Old Japan." Thinking it's by David Clement-Davies, I pull it out. The front has a picture of a Japanese soldier from the chest up. He's on a boat, presumably a warship. The book isn't by Clement-Davies, instead it's "David King ______" (I don't remember the last part). In the dream I know his work but I can't recall any others...

Laurel 6:05 AM

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Monday, June 13, 2005

+ Astronomy +

It's the afternoon, I'm sitting in the livingroom. I reach for a pair of old binoculars, raise them to my eyes and peer through them at the ceiling. It seems perfectly normal when I see straight through the roof and space. The universe spreads out for me; I see galaxies and suns and planets. The infinity of everything settles on me like a pleasent summer rain...

Laurel 4:54 PM

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Thursday, May 26, 2005

+ Frozen Lake Dream (and lizard dream as well) +

There is a sensation of watching a movie only I am part of it at the same time. In the dream I am not human, but something complete different than an animal. It is winter and I stand on a forest path where an old man and his son are walking. There is a frozen solid lake/river nearby and instead of dirt there is pavement. The old man coughs and eventually out comes a ball of yellow wax. I pick it up and spread it open (the wax is fairly soft and easily maelable) and reveal a potato, which is quartered.

"Wait," the man calls as I begin to walk barefoot toward the frozen water, "How did you do that? Never has anything cured me like that." A little uneasy, I walk faster. A asian young woman in her twenties (I assume) follows me. I believe she is Japanese - mostly because of what happens next.

"Who are you?" She asks.

"I am." I say, peering at her. "Or maybe, 'naze desu ka?' or 'konnichiwa'." (Naze desu ka means why, I think and konnichiwa is hello. The woman likely Japanese-speaking because...)

She replies, slightly startled, "Konnichiwa."

I nod slightly for a moment and then speak to myself in Kiardan (only one person reading this will probably know what I'm talking about, so see it as a complicated language I created.) This is the first time I have ever actually used Kiardan in a dream...

I run off onto the ice, grabbing a large birch branch from the ground to push myself with, and begin to call out to the woman different pieces of things that I know. I don't know what it is I said, other than, "We live where you live!"

The scene changes to that of a room that reminds me of an important government room. The man who enters is the son of the old man. He says, "Only a little longer before we catch her." (exact wording is unkown, but it was something like that) The other men seem pleased and the dream ends.

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Later I dream of being in the living room of my old house in Okotokes. A black and yellow lizard about the side of a lapdog enters. It could bite if I don't be careful, I think to myself and proceed to move the chair I am sitting on (without getting off, for some reason) in order to stay out of it's way. It follows me, however, and I'm laughing while trying to stay away because it may be poisonous. Makes no sense, I know, but that's how it happened.

Laurel 11:01 AM

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Tuesday, May 24, 2005

+ Bookstore +

Something about a bookstore and looking for a specific book. I remember seeing very large books that I remember in the dream but not in real life (excluding an atlas that I have in my room) . I am unable to find the section I need; "psychic or new age or something". I have a feeling it is the same book as in the dream "Horse in a Fancy Restaurant."

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When I fell back asleep, I had a dream about looking at the garden at the side of my house with my mom. There was something about it growing very well now.

Laurel 11:01 PM

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Monday, May 23, 2005

+ Christmas Carol Dream +

It's christmas and I'm in the grocery store, sitting in a circle of people my age with a round bench in the center. One of my friends sits on the bench, ready to lead a new carol (Up on the House Top) She turns to me and says, "How much of this do you approve of?"

Confused, I say, "What?"

"Just get up here and read."

"Oh..." I get up and go to help with the song but I can't quite find my voice to lead the group.

A blonde woman with a ponytail is sitting in the circle along with the children. Behind the wall she leans against is a puppy. Through the wall jumps a rabbit, which promptly disappears. The woman stares at the wall, unable to grasp the weirdness.

"Don't worry," I laugh, "That happens a lot. Usually around this time, you know... late winter, early spring." She nods, satisfied.

Laurel 11:01 PM

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Sunday, May 22, 2005

+ The Journey 3 +

I know it's time to go but I'm kneeling in front of a girl with black hair who sits on the floor of my sister's room. I'm anxious because she seems upset and I worry for her safety. "It's gone." She breathes, sounding pained.

I inhale sharply, alarmed, and whisper, "The baby? You lost it?" She nods slowly and suddenly I am overwhelmed by emotion. I remember wondering whether or not my tears are real and end up deciding they are.

The girl stands, saying, "It's time to go." I know it is inevitable so I walk to my room, momentarily passes the office and peering in to where a man sits. I can't recall his appearance but I that remember he was working on some strange gadget. (Outside the dream, my mind considered it's use but I don't remember it's final thought on this)

"Don't leave here..." I say almost jokingly to the villian in the office. The seperated part of me is wondering why I am leaving an enemy in my own home while I leave. What possible reason could I have?

"Wouldn't dream of it." He says, not looking up from the object he fiddles with. This is good enough for me and the dream me trusts him.I move into my room where the dark-haired girl pulls my matress off my bed. I try to help her, feeling a little worried about her condition, but she shrugs me off. "If I'm going with you, I'm going to have to get over it" I pause, nodding reluctantly, and glance at my matress. It has a clear mould-like indent of myself on it.

"We should just leave it here." I say. It's so heavy and bulky that I wouldn't want to bring it on such a long and important journey.

"No, we'll need it afterwards." The girl says, "To take you home." It's logical, so I give in. Finally ready to leave, I grasp the hilt of a large cutlass-shaped red and yellow sword and walk out the door. Time slows and I emerge from the dream feeling confused, yet knowing the message.

Laurel 2:01 AM

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Monday, March 28, 2005

+ Seeking Timmel-chan +

We're searching for someone. Someone who has gone mysteriously missing. After many dead-ends my dad and I end up at a place that looks strangely like my school's atrium, dark and empty. The woman we meet there is a short, plump person with large brown eyes and a nervous feeling about her... she appears to be hispanic. The woman tells us she was this missing person's mother. His name was Timmy and he disappeared shortly after seeing a friend. For someone reason I ask, "With a 'Y' or an 'I'?" to which she replies, "A 'Y'."

Almost shaking with discomfort, she instructs us to go and see the Sisters because he may be hiding out there. The mother seems to think they are evil for some reason, but we climb the stairs and enter a long hallway lit only by the exit sign at the end and small flickering lightbulbs in some doorways. It echoes and creaks and I think I hear dripping water. The very first set of doors is arranged in an indented place where two doors sit in a V shape. Both doors swing inside the rooms toward the other.

A little girl with a striped T-shirt and her blonde hair tied back (I'm sure I've seen her) peeks through her door, which is on the right. I say hello and she closes it franticly. "I won't hurt you," I say quickly and look through a hole in the door itself but she doesn't return or answer.

Feeling very hesitant and almost afraid, I knock on the left door and a woman with long straight, light blonde hair opens it. My dad asks her, "Can we see Timmel-chan?" The name change doesn't strike me as strange at that moment. The woman replies, "Chan?" and opens the door for us to enter. I immediately know she is a psychic and I am no longer scared. We enter her apartment and she takes us to what I believe is a kitchen but I don't get that far. I can't breath anymore, there is too much energy in the place. I begin to hyperventilate and I fall over onto the livingroom floor where I sit cross-legged.

My dad asks me what is wrong and the woman says to him, "No, don't. She could be getting something..." They sit on the floral couch and I start to rock back and forth.

Laurel 12:01 AM

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Friday, November 05, 2004

+ The Alien Things +

I am in the front hall of my house with my Mom, standing in front of the window by the coatrack. She tells me she saw "a thing" outside earlier. I look out the window and into the darkness of night. there's an alien there, about three or four feet tall with pink, splotchy skin and very large, round white eyes. His hands are three fingered with two large fingers that have knobby ends and one short thumb-like finger.

Surprised, I point and my Mom says, "I'll get the camera!"

I shine a flashlight on him and he squints and tries to block the light because it hurts his eyes. He doesn't seem very healthy.

We run outside and my Mom follows the street left, claimings he had seen something. A cat chases the thing she sees into the front yard of the (left) neighbour's house. I call out, "Let the cat get it!"

When the cat catches it I run up and chase it off only to discover thatthe cat had been chasing a gecko with a very long tail. "It's just a lizard." I say. My mom takes a photo with an instant camera and when we look at it, it not a lizard at all; it's the pink alien from before!

Laurel 12:01 AM

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Thursday, August 05, 2004

+ The Journey 2 +

I dreamt that I was on an important journey to some far-off place. I had tw other companions; a boy with black hair and green eyes and a girl with black hair and dark eyes. I know neither of their names but I believe we are all between 17 and 19 years of age.

We are struggling through a snowstorm and, in jeans and a T-shirt, I am freezing. I can clearly remember my hair was frozen and my hands were severely frostbitten. The boy is behind me and visbility is nil so I can't see the girl in front of me. I have no way of knowing they're still okay, but for a moment I see the girl from above so I knwos she's there.

We enter a grey, featureless building (although, it's a snowstorm, I suppose it could have looked like anything and it would have seemed grey and featureless) and I am slightly relieved to see my companions enter. I was so cold I could barely think. The hallway was dim with only one door up ahead. The girl walks to the door but I stay and peer back, still in a daze. The boy is stopped by several nurses and I assume he will be taken care of.

I fall unconscious after that and awaken in a dark room with many nurses around me. They grasp and try to keep me from getting up but I can see the door from where I lay. I need to leave and continue on to where I was heading in the first place.

Laurel 11:01 PM

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Wednesday, August 04, 2004

+ The Journey 1 +

The black-haired, gree-eyed boy and I are standing under a small shelter. It resembles a bus-stop shelter but with a wooden roof and only posts with no walls. It sits on the edge of a forest and it seems to be summer or late spring. It is raining - not a downpour, but not a light sprinkle either. While the boy watches the sky as I try to count the large raindrops that gather at the edge of the roof before they fall to the ground.

Laurel 11:01 PM

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Thursday, July 08, 2004

+ Legend of Zelda (or Peachmelons) +

I find myself in my backyward, doing some yardwor with my Mom. I see Link (from the games Legend of Zelda) walk in, he seems frantic. He asks for something from us and we lend it to him. Suddenly, I ask as he's leaving if I could go with him. He looks at me like I'm stupid and says in a kind of embarrassed way, "Well, I don't think I want a girl with me..." I glare and tell him I could kick his ass anyday. He seems to take this as truth and decides to let me go.

We walk down the street and suddenly the scene changes (time passed). Now we're in a forest, I realize we are delivering something but I have no idea what at this time. Link is ahead of me and, as he clears the forest, a supposed-theif (a chubby rich-looking man) attacks me (again underestimating the power of Laurel's kick-ass-ness). I see that I have a metal stick about as long as my arm so I use it now to block his dagger. Link still hasn't realized I'm no longer following. -_-

Somehow I get the dagger and Link gets behind him. The theif asks us if we are going to steal from him as he holds his hands up in defeat, but Link replies that we were the good guys and weren't going to steal. I throw down his dagger so it gets stuck in the ground and we ran out of the forest.

Finally we reach our destination, a small 'village' that Link came from. We were delivering food, it seems. An old man tells a younger boy to open a celler door so they can see how much food they have. The boy seems reluctant, but finally opens it. They only have a few potatoes in there. I feel bad, because I could have brought stuff for them if I had known. The food we delivered was a crate of "Peachmelons", a combination of peaches, with red watermelon insides. It was really good!

Laurel 2:01 AM

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Monday, July 05, 2004

+ The Maze and Alana's "Extra Room" +

I'm crawling on my belly through what appears to be a very complicated maze with tiny tunnles and twists. The ceiling is soft and fluffy, although it looks like rock. The rest is carpet like I have in my room (walls and floor). I begin crawling forward and turn a tight corner to look upon the faces of two freaky-looking puppets (think of the freakiest ventriliquist puppet possible) sitting in a mine-car that is going jerkily back and forth as they open and close their mouths in a strange way. For a moment I merely stared at this extremely evil-looking display and then I called out through the tunnels, "Hey, Alana! Could you get me out of these tunnels?" She replied from behind me, "Probably."

So she crawled upward through another tunnel and I followed. Suddenly the scene changed. Supposedly, we had crawled up into the attic of our house. It was a very large bedroom with many old and long forgotten toys lying around (many I still recognize). We walk toward the bed and I notice that Alana has a wolf following by her side (apparently a toy). When I get to the bed I notice that there are a whole bunch of dreamcatchers hanging above it! The bed looks soft but it has never been used. I ask Alana, "Why have you never used thsi room? It's sweet!" But she merely replied, "Well, I guess I forgot about it..."

The scene then changed again to show me and Alana in a HUGE antique store. My mom tells us we each have four dollars to spend, but that's it. I begin looking and find a small family of wodden sheep that look very old. I decide to buy two of the small lambs (both about as big as my big toe). Alana, I think, get a wodden dog or wolf about as big as my palm. None of the items are coloured anything but a light tan of worn down wood. When we return home I put the sheep on the table, only to notice that one has turned into a wodden boy the same size. I say outloud, "They forgot my other sheep!"

Laurel 2:01 AM

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Friday, July 02, 2004

+ Wild Animal +

I find myself on the side of the road, completely naked. I'm lying on my side in a ditch, it's dark, wet and kind of cold... but I love it. I am filled with a sudden laughter, but I can't express it that way. A bluish truck drives up, there are some people in it. I see them coming and I run away. I come to a house, like a cottage on the side of the road. There is a woman inside. Suddenly, I am inside too. I'm terrfied and I feel confined. I try to get out, and I am finally sucessful. The dream continues on like that for some time, with different houses/people.

Laurel 2:01 AM

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Tuesday, June 29, 2004

+ The Egyptian Temple Dream +

(ACTUAL DATE UNKOWN)

I enter an old egyptian temple with a salesman. Inside there are natives to egypt to whom he tries to sell a "rock with writing on it" but it is fake and he knows it. Knowing this is going to turn out bad, I leave to explore a little. The pharaoh (or maybe just the leader of that group) takes out his own real "rock with writing on it" which flashes blue and somehow harms the salesman.

I suddenly find myself in a tunnel that seems to be part of a tomb. It slopes downward and I can't see very far into the darkness. I'm being chased by zombies or mummies or something who are controlled by a man in a cloak. Everytime I say "it's too hot" the mummies take out torches that make it cold and everytime I say it's too cold they take out torches that make it hot. I try to use this to my advantage everytime they get too close but when one grabs my foot I wake up.

Laurel 11:01 PM

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Wednesday, June 23, 2004

+ Jenny the Busdriver +

I was in a school bus that was driving down a very long road with trees on both sides. There were three other people (a girl and two boys) and we all sat in the back of the bus (about four or five seats from the last ones). For some reason we knew our bus driver was crazy. She was bleach-blonde, with very greasy hair that was cut perfectly straight everywhere (bangs were cut in a line, ect.). We could never see her eyes because they were always shadowed.

Somehow we got her off the bus. And as I remember, the other girl was frantic to do something, but I wasn't worried about it. I was worried about cutting off these thin white strings that were blowing in the windows. Finally our new bus driver (who suddenly appeared), an older man, got the bus to stop. We smashed into a car opr two, but there was no damage.

Suddenly the girl screamed, "Jenny's coming!" I looked out the window and the mad-woman was riding through the forest on our right using a carriage of some kind, but instead of horses, there were children pulling it.

Laurel 2:01 AM

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Saturday, June 12, 2004

+ The House of Torture +

I was given a tour of a "house of torture". I remember very little of what was inside but I remember asking, "They chained people to the ceiling?"



(I saw a show about a museum of torture the day before. It may have brought this dream)

Laurel 2:01 AM

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Tuesday, April 27, 2004

+ The Watercolour Camera +

An 'old friend' I don't recognize comes to visit. When they must leave, another friend asks if they can take a picture to 'admire them by'. So I got out a camera and got to work. For some reason I was then inside the camera and looking for paints to paint with. There were many screens to paint on with watercolour.

Laurel 2:01 AM

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Friday, March 05, 2004

+ The Sandstorm UFO +

It began with me and my mother camping in a forest clearing somewhere. There was another person with us, but I cannot remember who. It was peaceful... until I looked up into the sky and spotted a circular disk hovering slowly away. It was dark, so I could only recognize it by the ten or eleven bright red lights that ran around the rim. For a moment I only stared, then I grabbed a nearby camera and tried to find the UFO among the trees. I took one quick picture before it went our of my view.

Next, I found myself back home and in my room. I was desperately nervous about something although I couldn’t name what. I was peering out my window, when I noticed the wind was picking up. Then suddenly, sand was whipping all around the scene outside. I watched in silent terror, hoping the glass on my window would not give way and engulf me in sand as well. Through a small crack in the window, splatters of sand hit my desk violently creating scratches in the wood.

The wind slowed after a while and the sand was gone. The only remaining stuff was the sand coating my window and that on my desk, which I reached forward to touch first. It felt wrong to me and I immediately moved away from it.

Glancing out my window, I found that in the sky hovered the same UFO I had seen in the forest and at this point I remembered there had been a sandstorm there as well. Once again I seized my camera and tried to follow the progress of the strange object. It was almost impossible to track the thing, but I don’t know why. I just kept slipping over it like ice.
It left the window’s view but I was not yet ready to give up. I rushed to the next room (my mother’s) and followed the UFO once again but still I could not pinpoint it’s location. It left view again and I moved to the next window (in the office). I began to erratically snap pictures, hoping I would be able to catch some glimpse in one image.

Then that ended. I was in school, art class to be exact. A few students were being sent to the office for one reason or another, I didn’t really know. I followed them out, in a daze perhaps. I don’t know why i followed, but I did. They decided not to go to the office, as instructed, but wandered the school and eventually just left through the front door. There were five, three boys and two other girls not including me. We wandered around, aimlessly I think, until finding a place upon a bus waiting to pick up kids for the end of the day.

That’s when I noticed I had not only had I skipped my fifth period class, I had also skipped my sixth. I said, "I’ve never skipped a class in my life!" In some sort of horror and ran inside to apologize.

The next few scenes were jumbled and crazy. First I was here, writing this up on the computer. It was all exactly like it is now. Then I was running from something, then chasing something else. Then I awoke.

Laurel 3:01 AM

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Wednesday, February 18, 2004

+ The Grey Aliens (several dreams in one night) +

I fell asleep at about 12:30 on the 18th of February, 2004, as I am usually a nighthawk. I know for certain that something happened to me within a dream during this first span of time. Something, yet I cannot remember what. I know that I had a dream, and that is all.

This dream ended at exactly 2:58 am –I know this because I awoke briefly to glance at the clock. When I lay back down to sleep I immediately began the second dream. It began, as far as I can remember with the knowledge that someone was in our house –I knew not who or why, just they were there. I was with my father and we were upstairs (it was night). At one point (the details of how, when or where are scarce) we discovered the entrant of our house; an alien, perhaps more than one. It was grey in colour, short (about 3 or 4 feet tall) with very large, black eyes that reflected our faces. (Grey, possibly Reptilian-slaves, possibly free) I was angry when I saw them, but a small fear began to creep into me as well and I shut the door behind which they were watching us and barred it with nearby furniture. Upon telling my father of them, he scoffed slightly and smiled at me, telling me I was imagining things. I told him that I had them trapped in a room (it was my own) and he went to investigate.

Upon opening the door, he immediately saw the beings, but only for a moment, for they were escaping from the room through the attic door that is on my ceiling. He frowned slightly and returned downstairs with us. I was worried; now they were free to enter the house again if they wished it. I said to my father, “Now do you believe me?” and he replied, “I must... I saw them myself.” We sat on the couch in our living room and I began to get the feeling like I was once again being watched, and I grew mor and more anxious. My father stood up and told us he was going to retrieve some things from the store but did not say what. I told him that I wanted to go with him (I was terrified to be left alone to them, as I knew my ability was not powerful enough to protect myself). He said to me, “No... you must stay here; we can’t leave your sister alone here.” I frowned; I hadn’t noticed she was there at all...

He left and I sat on the couch, hoping he would return quickly.

At that moment I woke up (it was 3:58) and was faced with a terror so great, I did not at first believe it had been a dream. The emotion was so intense that I found myself shaking in fear and my pajamas were damp from my sweat. I sat up, wide-eyed and alert, fearful of something I could neither see nor hear and couldn’t name. At one point I was terrified enough that I reached into the bed-side table’s depths and pulled out an old Swiss Army Knife that my father had given me. I pulled the knife from it’s compartment without even looking at it and held it, even though I knew that it would be no help if what I was facing was what I thought it to be. A physical attack would be my only hope, and one of surprise. I stayed in this position until 4:58 at which point I began to feel extremely drowsy and tired. I had to force myself to keep my eyes open, though my fear was still new. Eventually I could not take it any longer and I let go of the knife, placing it on the table and I instantly fell asleep from exhaustion. Here is the next dream I had:

It was night once again, and I lay in a house I did not recognize, in a room I had never seen. In the dream, I thought this odd but did not say anything. My father had just tucked my sister and I into bed (we were in the same room) before he left. Suddenly I was in my own room (though I felt as if I were still in that strange one... as if it was all an illusion), sitting upon my bed and looking into the faces of two people: a girl and her brother.

The sister looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was very skinny and very frail. She had short bleach-blonde hair that was cut in a sort of layered way and long fingers. She wore a pair of black jeans that seemed to be too big and a yellow tank-top that seemed to have faded in the sun in some parts, but not on others. She had chains tied to her jeans (as many punky-teen-people have been doing lately) and many things in her hair. The only thing about her I cannot describe were her eyes. I never saw them. Whenever I tried to look into them my own eyes seemed to slide out of place and looked at her forehead or at her nose so I had trouble peering into them. I do know, however that her eyes were very strange...

Her brother was a little more chubby, though he seemed just as frail. He was about my age. He wore a plain greyish tee-shirt and a pair of black jeans. I never saw much of him because he was always covered by shadows even though the room was lit by a lamp. I did, however, get to see his eyes. They frightened me more than the dream before had; completely dark with no whites and no iris, just black. I have I feeling that I only saw this feature because he allowed me to.
The girl sat upon the floor and her brother always sat in my chair, shrouded by darkness. The boy did not speak, but his sister did, “Hey, you want to come for a walk with us?” Although I felt a yearning to go at first, I realized that I didn’t want to go with them, especially not that boy... “No... I’d get into trouble if I did.” She smiled at me and answered, “But what if we called a friend do drive us instead? I’m sure you’d be able to go, no one would even notice.” I frowned at her suggested; they had asked me to go for a walk, why would they call a friend to drive us?
I replied that I would rather not and she frowned at me for a moment before sighing and saying, “Well, ok...” The boy continued to glare at me and he even seemed angry for not coming. I watched them as they left.

Then the scene switched. I was now riding a bike (or that’s what I’m calling it) down a road that I know. It was a strange bike, being blue and very bulky. It was very large and resembled a bulky motorcycle more than a bike. I had trouble controlling it.

I rode past a bunch of teenagers (they appeared to be about 17-19 years old), many of them carrying knives and such. I rode past them nervously, but went by anyway. At the end of the road, my ‘bike’ swerved and I turned around and went back down the street toward the men. They seemed not to like the idea of it and as I once again slid to the side of the road they stopped me and said, “Why did you turn around and come back?” They seemed suspicious of me for some reason, so I told them the truth. “Well, you see, I’m not really that good at riding this thing, so I keep losing control. I’m still working on turning.” I said it calmly and politely, in hopes they would see my sincerity. For a moment they looked irritated, but they picked up the ‘bike’ and righted it for me. I said, “Aww, thanks... that’s so sweet.” I noticed that one of the men had even put aside his knife to help them.

I rode away from that street, thanking them as I did. Then the whole world seemed to change. I was now in a store, waiting to pay for something at the cash. I turned slightly yo look at the window and I saw this little girl, no more than 3 or four years old. She was clothed for winter in a magenta-coloured jacket with teal snowpants and a little red hat. She had little mittens on her hands.

The entire world seemed to fade away as I watched that girl stand face to the door, about five feet away. She lifted her hand a placed it on the window, leaving a mitten print in the fog on the glass there. She then took off her mitten and placed her bare hand on the window, pulling it away to show a four-fingered hand print. I peered at it and it gave me the chills. She then turned and all I saw was her two black eyes, with no iris and no whites... I awoke at 6:58 am...

Laurel 3:01 AM

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Saturday, February 07, 2004

+ UFO Sighting Dream +

It begins with a feeling like I’m about to take a test, a very important one. I am standing in the office of my house, facing the window in the computer-chair. My mother is standing behind me, organizing some papers, just as I am. Suddenly, I look out the window and a small (about two feet wide, three feet long and 3 1/2 feet tall) aircraft flies past the window.

I cup my ears as a deafening ring enters them. I am pulsing with energy and I can feel everything vibrate around me, I spin the chair away from the window. I scream, but there is no noise and suddenly it stops. I leap out of my seat and exclaim to my mother, "Did you see it!? Did you!?" She smiles and says to me, "You have to get ready for your T.A.P. (homeroom) test...."

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(Several times I tried to write this down, but each time my right ear began to ring so loudly that it hurt. Finally I got it all down after rushing to get parts before the pain was too much. The ringing always stopped after I left the room I was writing in. I find that very suspiscious...)

Laurel 3:01 PM

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Saturday, January 17, 2004

+ Leaf-Wings +

I am hosting a party at my house, but I'm not participating in the festivities. Instead I am sitting in the kitchen with no lights on. Where the pantry should be, there is a stair that leads to the basement, where the party it apparently taking place. Jeremy enters, saying he has to leave. Jenn is there was well. I volenteer to walk him home, and Jenn decides to come along. We walk toward my old elemantry school (just a street away from my house), joyful to be out in the night air. It is pleasently warm, and so Jenn and I begin to run around, spinning and looking up at the sky. Jeremy watches us almost apathically. We land on the ground, dizzy, and stare up at the sky.

I leap into the air, discovering that I have small green wings attached to my arms (from my wrist to my elbow). They look like leaves, instead of feathers. I excitedly show Jenn and she notices her's as well. Together we leap around, unable to really fly becaus ethe wings aonly allow for a short, but amazingly fun, glide. They seem small but when they catch wind they get big and hold it like a parachute.

We encourage Jeremy. to try it as well (he still hasn't seen that he has wings as well). Flying toward the playground of the school, I can see there are some strange creatures in the fields but i cannot remember what they look like and I ignore them. We fly over the fence and I assure him (he seemed to be uneasy about something - the first emotion he expresses) it's okay, by gliding over the fence in a small leap back to him.

From the corner of my eye I can see a large white hand coming to grab him. Gasping, I scream, telling him to look out, but he didn't seem to hear me. Knocking him from the path of the White Hand, I urge him to run and take Jenn with him. Something like realization dawns on him and his eyes widen.

I try to run, but the White Hand grabs my foot and pulls me into the air. I can't get away, but I see the others are.

Laurel 3:01 AM

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Wednesday, December 03, 2003

+ Horse in a Fancy Restaurant +

I am on the bus, telling a story of a book that I cannot remember. Then, like a flashback, I see myself in a fancy-looking restaurant, but much younger (about six or seven, maybe eight). I'm facing a large bookcase that seperates the kitchen from the seating area, near the door. The book I was talking about before was on a high shelf and I couldn't reach it, no matter how hard I tried.

When I looked to the door on my right, I saw an older man (about 40 or 50) walk by. He had dark hair, tanned-looking skin, and was dressed in a beautiful headress of feathers that draped over his back to his waist (think: Native American/Canadian). He was leading a horse painted white. I call out and ask him to help me, and he smiles kindly and gets the book and hands it to me.

The huge, thick, (yet amazingly light) red-burnt-looking book has a very old texture and a feeling of great wisdom. I thank him and look at his horse, smiling. The man becomes very excited and no longer looks old. he smiles and looks at his horse saying, "She likes you girl! It's time to reenter the world!!" Peeling off a corner of the paint (which appears to have attached to the horse's skin and is removing a hard, leather-like layer as it is removed) hecries out in joy and smiles brightly at me.

After this, I am back in the bus, still telling the story of how I got this book. When I finish, a person in the seat one ahead, one across from me says, "My claculator has a message board on it... but I cannot post on it. Maybe the three buttons on the back will do that..." They hand it to me and I examine it closely. Looking at the screen I press the buttons on the back and I am suddenly awake, sitting up in bed with my hands clutching the claculator, but it is no longer there.

Laurel 3:01 AM

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Sunday, November 23, 2003

+ The Mars Shuttle +

In my school I walk casually into the cafeteria. Instead of the long line that is usually there, there are only one or two people (I recognize only one person as Joey Gerard, from school). I stand in front of the counter, surprised to find that the only things available are chocolate-chip cookies and report cards in violet packages. I leave, wandering down the hallway where my religion class was. When I enter that room, I see the desk is on the wall directly in front of the door. Sitting in it is my french teacher, Mr. MacDuff. I walk toward it and stand in front of him. He is looking through soem papers, but eventually looks up. I realize there are two others on either side of me.

He announces to us that there is a chance we could be on the 'Mars Space Shuttle' for the upcoming trip to Mars. then, he aks each of us what our qualifications are and what reasons we have for wanting to go. Although I cannot remember what the other two said, I replied, "I need to see the stars up close." Mr. MacDuff laughs, and I scowl slightly at him. Finally he says, still laughing, "Ok, ok! As long as you keep a journal for this trip." I agree and leave the room. As I walk again toward the cafeteria, I begin to have second thoughts about going.

Laurel 3:01 AM

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Saturday, November 08, 2003

+ The Lodge +

There is very little I can recall about this dream. I remember being at a cabin, somehwere in the woods with 11 other people (12 including me). Six boys and five more girls. I recognize none of the others, except one boy, whom I know from school.

At one point we are seperated into two groups (male and female) and asked to talk amoungst ourselves about something. Through the window we can see the other group, but cannot hear them.

As the others talk, my eyes drift toward the window where I can see the boy. He has also withdrawn from the group and seems uninterested in their talk.

Laurel 3:01 AM

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Wednesday, October 29, 2003

+ The Test +

There are many, many people. We are all standing in front of a cliff with a man standing on a outcropping. He is adressing the crowd. On either side of him there are two portals. He tells us all that we have a choice as to where our test will be performed. The green portal on the left is a world based on 'The Matrix' and the blue one on teh right is a world based on 'The Lord of the Rings'. As a lover of the Matrix trilogy, I pass through the green portal.

Memory of the cliff-face, the crowd and the portals lost, I stood in what seemed to be a mall or other large building, but with no stores. there was just a small farm in an indent as if it were a shop. Sabrina (who was not part of the crowd), who suddenly appeared, and I both launched ourselves towards them, each grabbing two horses from the fence. We turn to run but there the farmer is. Joyful with play we let go of teh horses and run down the hallway. At this point I become very anxious because I am being chased by the police in this mall. I leap over people and things as I run, but I cannot find the exit. Finally I see the door with an exit sign above it, but the Farmer is blocking it. I jump over him and leap out the door.

Laurel 3:01 AM

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Saturday, October 25, 2003

+ Agent Smith? +

I dreamt that I was in my school at my locker, but the numbers on the lock were really weird and I couldn't tell what they were. It was also really low, so I coild barely see them anyway. I was beginning to get pissed off, when I look beside me, about five or six lockers away, is Agent Smith!? He was opening (and easily, I must point out) the locker and then he said, "We were never meant to meet in this world, I will meet you in the real world..."

I stood there and raised an eyebrow as he walked into the locker. Okay... even in the dream I thought that was weird.

Laurel 11:00 PM

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+ The Blue-Sweaters +

(ACTUAL DATE UNKOWN)

(This dream occured several times in one night, each with the same outcome UNTIL this one, which I remembered)

On a cool Autumn night, with no stars in the sky I find myself walking to the grocery store (from the direction of the bank). The store seems normal on the outside, but when I enter I see that something is strange. The people inside are all weraing a light blue sweater, both customers and employees, with a strange signon the front that I don't recognize and/or remember. After looking around for a second, I remember why I came: to get a specific pencil/pen for school. To get this item, I proceed to the back of the store where the bread section is. there is a stand there with a strange woman that makes me feel uneasy. Eager to leave, I ask for the pencil and she points it out to me, smiling kindly (which makes me even more nervous; the smile didn't seem to fit). I turn to leave I after I get the item and suddenly I am surounded by the "Blue-Sweaters". Panicking almost, I try to get to the door but the Blue-Sweaters are in my way. They completely trap me and everywhere I turn there is a person in the way.

In all of the other dreams before this one I had become trapped, but this time I cry out in anger and desperation and try to push past them. Almost animalistically, I bite limbs and claw where I can. I finally escape the group, but find a single Blue-Sweater in my way. He is always the same man, with menacingly blue eyes. I stop in front of him, narrowing my eyes and growling lowly in the back of my throat. With a smirk, he lunges and I kick out at him so I can quickly rush by.

Luckily I get outside into the parking lot, but he manages to grab my ankle and trip me. I leap back amazingly quickly, only to be blocked again. Although it seems impossible to escape, I then do something strange. I peer down at my T-shirt (dark, dark blue) and call out the name of a star: Alpha-Centauri. The name under an insignia appears on my shirt and I charge. The Blue-Sweater is pushed away by an invisible force or shield, but he again gets through.

I again call out a name, this time the Milky Way Galaxy. My shirt changes and I suddenly have the ability to run faster. I attempt to pass him, but his own forces pin me to the ground. In my ear he whispers something, but I cannot remember it. It made me angry and afraid, so I kick him again and I run in the direction of my home.

As I leave, he does not chase me, but yells after me, "you'll come back" or "you'll return" - something like that.

Laurel 2:01 AM

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Wednesday, October 22, 2003

+ The Red Pheonix Angel +

I begin in my school's atrium, sitting in the second table from the water bottle vender. It is very crowded as I remember, and I am sitting with a few friends and some people I don't recognize. For some reason we were talking about jobs and I brought up that I had just lost one job and was looking for another.

The scene changes and I am in my room with the lights out, excluding the tiny hanging lights I have above my bed, making it dim. I am standing on my bed facing the wall paralell to it. At eye level there is a beautiful drawing the size of normal printer paper hung. It appears to be charcoal or pastel, with only browsn, blacks, and greys to depict an angel. This angel seems to be a Fallen with huge wings that are being carried by a thousand women. I cannot tell whether it is male or female, but it is often hard to do so with Angels.

Another angel, this one beneficial, is instructing me how to finish the drawing. He is very tall and garbed in a brightly glowing white robe. His wings are magnificently large, and folded behind him. I am using a red pencil crayon to add blood red lines to the wings.

Laurel 2:01 PM

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Tuesday, October 21, 2003

+ Airport Dream +

I am on an escalator, traveling up to the second floor of what seems to be an airport or bus depot. Below me, about seven or eight steps down, if someone I recognize from school. When I look above me, leaned against the railing are two boys who I feel are talking about her but I cannot tell what they are saying.

At the top of the escalator I step off and look around. Suddenly, my friend Ann jump from behind me and smiles. I am suddenly very excited and jubilant. She says, "I'm so glad you are coming to my house!" But I feel like there is something deeper in those words. A hidden meaning I was supposed to understand.

Laurel 2:01 AM

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Saturday, October 11, 2003

+ The Ritual/Lucid Flying Dream +

I am sitting in someone's room on a bed paralell to another. There are three other girls sitting on the other bed who appear to be slightly older than I.The only face I can cleary remember was that of the oungest; a short, plump girl with shoulder length black hair and very dark eyes. She had an eerie feeling about her features that makes me feel uncomfortable. Bright and eager, but unhealthily so. I know that I dislike them very much.

They begin moving their barefeet to a specific rythym and hum out a tune I do not recognize.On the floor, under their moving feet is a very large imprint of a blue footprint. It appears very complicated.

I am feel suddenly bored and stand to leave but the chubby girl is in my way. She says, "Oh please Laurel! Please won't you dance with us?"

I sigh and shrugg half-heartedly. Joining them on the bed, I follow their pattern with my feet. I rise to leave a second time, but the girl is in my way again. With a sickeningly excited face, she announced that I had just performed a 'Wiccan ritual' and I was now doomed. I raised an eyebrow and this and yawn uninterestedly. "Oh, so you're one of those bad Wiccans, eh?"
Her smile fades to a look of confusion and doubt, perhaps even some disapointment. At this I leave.

I then find myself at the grocery store, the deli section. I am contemplating the dream that - although I hadn't yet awoken - had the night before (the Ritual dream above). I began thinking how cool it would have been to turn it into a lucid dream. I remind myself that all I had to do was find something strange in the scene. When I looked down the ailse I was fortunate enough to notice that the same person has walked by twice.

I then realized that I was in a dream already. The first thing I do is launch myself into the air and fly around for a bit, but unfortunately this realization caused my body to begin waking. I move too suddenly and wake up.

Laurel 2:01 AM

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Friday, August 08, 2003

+ Future Alien School +

The dream starts when I (my character‘s name is Chris) and four or five other people are captured by some creatures (they‘re aliens in the dream). When we are all supposed to be asleep I sneak off and find a place to hide under their house, directly below the leader’s room. Then my character switches and I become another person, presumably myself. When the guards go to get food, another of my companions and I run out the door they had carelessly left open.

The setting is not a block away from my elementary school where we are trying to reach. Giant birds - two hawks and a robins - fly above us as we run. One hawk swoops down and carries off the guy with whom I escaped but I continue to run and soon come to the school.

There are many people there and they tell me to run closer to the side of the school so the hawks’ wingspans would be too large to chase me. The robin, having smaller wings, had no trouble and as I run along the wall someone grabs the bird from the air and restrains it. She brings it close to my face for a moment and tells me I should run faster next time.

I go inside the school through the kindergarten door. Someone informs me that I need to wear a DNA card. I had been running with many yellow cards with my DNA sequence on them so I suppose these are what he is talking about. Not liking the idea of this, I make my way back toward the door. There are people who try to stop me but I manage to evade them.

(This time running is lost) I find myself at a different school. The people inform me that I had been missing for eleven years. Then I notice how much older I am and how “futuristic” everything around me was (think startrek, almost)

When it came time to sleep, we went to a chamber full of freezing tanks in which people slept without ageing. It was our duty to “water” all the aliens and people who were sleeping frozen.

(This was a recurring dream, this being the last instance)

Laurel 2:01 AM

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Saturday, May 24, 2003

+ God's Room +

I am in my house and I decide to take a walk. Since it is just becoming dark outside, I grab a flashlight before I leave.

Instead of the usual houses on the other side of the street, there is a dense, but not very deep, forest before a very high cliff-wall. I quickly make my way through the woods and follow the wall of pale yellow rock. Suddenly I see a pink door in the side of the cliff behind a bush. As if I recognized the opening, I entered the door and found myself in a very small, and very beautiful room. There are many high shelves and counters lining the walls. There are three other doors; an open one directly in front of me; a pastel blue one on the left; and on the right, a pastel pink door.

Every shelf and counter was covered with objects, ranging from very small trnkets, to very large statues and even some jars and pots filled with strange things. All of these things were very, very old looking. One thing that happened to catch my eye was agolden carved angel's head hung very close to the ceiling near the open door. The head and shoulders could be seen, and it's hands were under it's chin in a begging-like way, but the face was singing joyfully, with eyes looking toward the ceiling. It's wings were curved around it's head, almost making it look like it had a feathered aura.

After looking at this figure for long, I prpceeded tthrough the open door directly in front of me. The room was dim, unlike the well-lit room before. There was light, but it didn't seem to have a physical source. This place was bare, with only an old table in one corner, set up in the left, beside an open window showing the night sky with a single bright star (may be an addition). Upon the tabel were many cups and bowls of different age/worth. I easily deduced that this was the final resting place of the Holy Grail.

Completely amazed, I ran home to tell my mother. I explained to her how I found the place, and asked her to promise not to touch anything (I felt that God wouldn't want us to touch anything). She agreed and I showed her the place. I showed her in, excited to share this discovery and as soon as I let her through, she began to take things. As if she couldn't hear my pleas to stop, everything was caught up in her hands as she rushed through the blue door on the left. Several of the beautiful things broke.

Laurel 8:51 PM

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