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Break a leg!

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Wednesday, March 29 2017

2. I went to Bury St Edmunds and attended a finishing school there. The classroom consisted of a few rows of desks in a huge ballroom with a parquet flooring and dark green velvet drapes. Girls sat to the right and guys to the left; everyone was dressed and made up to the nines. Although I was my present age, I didn’t seem to understand much, but the teachers never pointed that out. One answer I gave was “Pre-frontal cortex” that I knew was wrong, but the teacher just nodded

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Radioactive (Alternate POV)

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Wednesday, March 29 2017

1. Whole dream in twilight. I’m a young man of about 25; I know that I’m also a sort of mutant that never gets old and that radiation cannot harm me. My job is running along the freight train that transports radioactive materials and make sure nothing gets lost or stolen. I run along the left side of the train; the air is cool and the running comes as easily as breathing. Samuel L Jackson is my colleague who runs along the right side of the train. The train cars shine with eer

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Broken face and space dog

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Thursday, March 16 2017

1.1. I had a Y-shaped scar in the middle of my face and no nose. The scar was obviously old and I had learned to cope – breathed through my mouth and even managed to talk in a weird voice that sounded like a loud whisper. Then I got plastic surgery to restore my face. Before it I felt dubious as I had got used to living with my broken face. Afterwards I saw myself from aside – I was near the sea, dressed in a black tulle dress and my face looked like Sharon den Adel’s. I was la

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Mail-lady and the aspiring dancer + lots more

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Sunday, February 26 2017

1. A photoshoot in a light studio with high ceiling. I’m dressed in a white regency dress and long gloves, and am held by a tall person in black morphsuit and cloak. The photographer (an unfamiliar young girl) explains that she’s going to photoshop it to look like Mary Shelley is embracing her shadow. In the dream it makes sense.   2. There are aliens aboard Destiny. The dream never shows them, but Eli records their voices through the wall and plays the recording for Chloe

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War slave and widower

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Saturday, February 4 2017

The conversations in these dreams were in Old Russian that I barely understood, and responded in modern Russian. 1. There was a big victory parade in a huge, red brick hall illuminated by wagon wheel chandeliers. I was a war slave, one among many, and we were expected to swear fealty to our new masters. The masters had both the Bible and Quran, but I couldn’t make an oath on either, and swore on a fencing manual, after which I had to prove my prowess with a sword. The next day I

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Amber forest and elevator to hell

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Wednesday, December 21 2016

  1. A lot of people had gathered in a forest to look for a missing girl. I was sent on the quest of finding her first, although I knew that more people will be following later. I was walking through the forest and the terrain was gradually getting more and more weird – all in deep ravines, and the ground actually looked like it’s made of amber, fire and glass. The trees stood out black and green against it. Suddenly I noticed some of the blackness moving like a stream u

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Building snowmen and all the trouble that followed

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Monday, September 19 2016

It was a winter night and me, Miller and some other people were building snowmen in the front garden of the university. There was plenty of snow on the ground, but we had our own in big plastic containers, coloured and layered - white on top, then red and blue. I made mine big and white, and Miller his - small and cherry red. Then there was the part that seemed unrelated at first. I was standing up to my hips in a river, holding the leash of a dog that was waiting behind me on the bank. It w

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