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A cult in eerie jungle vault

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Tuesday, April 11 2017

The whole dream had a weird “Dear Diary” sort of voiceover. There is a tribe on the shore of the ocean bay, living in a village that’s built on stilts over the water, surrounded by a dense jungle. A part of the population belongs to a secret cult that is guarding ancient knowledge. I’m determined to become a member of the cult and at the moment the dream begins, I’m on my way to initiation. At the entrance of the bay there is a huge natural gray marble a

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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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Airship crash and butchering gig

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Saturday, March 25 2017

1. A sunny day on a shore where a vast desert meets the sea. An airship has been caught in a strong wind and is rapidly losing altitude. The balloon is squashed in a concave semi-circular shape, and the craft is going steeply downwards and is obviously going to crash. Jacques Paganel is the only person aboard; he isn’t panicking, just looking at the approaching ground with grim determination. I observe it as a disembodied presence flying/falling besides the airship.    

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Snowy sadness

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Friday, February 10 2017

Dozens of young children of about 6 or 7 were building gravestones out of snow for their dead parents. A man in a black suit and tie was walking about, inspecting their work. The cemetery was a flat, wide field with neat rows of barely visible mounds under the snow, and the gravestones were all square and uniform. Although there were lots of people, the snow remained undisturbed. I viewed this as a disembodied presence. Right in front of me was a cute little girl with black hair, dressed

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Kiddo lost in Hometown

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Wednesday, February 1 2017

I had to go on a quest with Max and Ivy, but at the moment the dream started we were sitting down on the curb at the north end of the prison bridge, trying to figure out how to get going on the flooded path. We knew we had to find someone pure of heart and the water will recede. A strongman walked by with his less strong looking friend and the water went down a bit, but not enough for us to pass. They stayed to see what will happen. Paul brought Kiddo and water receded with a wave, leavin

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Spiritual teacher

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Wednesday, December 14 2016

I found a Buddhist teacher that I was looking for; his house was on a quiet street that could have been in Hometown in November. The path and stairs to his house were made of wobbly stone slabs. The house itself was weird - on stilts, with a thatched roof and floor-to-ceiling sliding glass door. I knocked, he opened and we talked for a while about attention, distractions and not losing the sight of your goal. He sat on the floor inside the house and I tried to maintain my balance on the heap of

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Alex

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Monday, October 17 2016

   (Swan Prison, except the corner tower had a low wall around it like the one on the left) The dream started with me going to the Swan Prison on some sort of business. Me and a few middle-aged women went through a dark corridor to a search room, where we were relieved of our potentially deadly possessions. I had a lot of stuff in my bag and it took a while to find all the safety pins, nail clippers and a handful of bodkins, with others looking at me impatiently. Finally they le

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Famine

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Saturday, February 13 2016

I’m in my old school and an unfamiliar teacher calls me to her class to revise algebra. I only remember the discriminant and she says it doesn’t matter. Later in the assembly she calls Stalin and asks him to send food urgently as there’s famine and lots of people are dying. Outside school I join the teachers who are going to clean up the local cemetery as the wolves are digging up the graves and eating the corpses. We’re chasing the wolves away, hitting them with shov

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