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The forge

Thursday, February 28 2008

I am not sure how the dream begins, I just suddenly find myself in a place I feel really uncomfortable at. I seem to be underground, and there are many rooms and hallways here. I feel like this place is vast, and very very old. I enter a room that I immediately feel is ancient. The walls are stained with rust, and the place is filled with clutter, but there is someone here. A person who looks small and bent, but stocky. At first I think it's an elderly man, but then the person begins to speak to

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When the Seal Died

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Thursday, February 21 2008

    This dream came with background story. It starts when I enter a garage, or some sort of non-living but enclosed area. I am with other people that are familiar to me but only in the dream. They are not related to me, and I seem to feel they are like friends of friends. I think I am there to help them with a task.     Seals have been being kept here. At the momment the seals were not there, but they were near by. A seal had recently been very sick and died, and n

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Tourtured Hands

Wednesday, June 22 2005

I witness something terrible. Someone is getting their hands cut up. Cut up until the hands look like chipped beef with barbeque sauce blood. Somehow, even though I am not THAT close to his horrible action, I can clearly see the stringy musculature in the slices of hand. Whoever was doing the tourturing put the meat on a plate and I think I see them serve it to an animal. I don't know why I can't do anything, it's like I am forced to observe. Later on, in the same dream, I am walking

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The Rampaging Constellations

Wednesday, November 25 1992

I was being driven to the Indian Mounds, and I looked out the window, and I saw a little girl sitting in the passenger's side of a black hearse. I remember her looking across at me and calling me some name; it was something to the effect of the Black something or other; it was a sinister sounding name, associated with death. Anyway, I arrive to my destination, though it was not really the Indian Mounds, and I looked into the horizon, where I saw the most unusual thing. The constellat

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