Date of dream: Friday, April 30, 2004
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I dreamt I was shown a small cemetery. I was told that it was full of people who had been elimated by
mobsters. Some were apparent accident victims, but the truth is they were killed by various hitmen.
The grounds were ill kept and some of the graves were sagging, gravestones tipping. No one had been
interred since the 1950's.
Date of dream: Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I'm sitting in a church balconey with my sister and dad. At some point my dad takes my sister by the
hand and leads her to a different seat. I wonder if he realized I was still sitting there, or if I was
invisible.
A shift and I am running from something, police maybe? I am with a friend and we are holding hands
running through the yards, backtracking sometimes to confuse our trail. The yards are all lush and full
of flowers. A man watches us run through his yard and I wonder if he will tell on us. Somehow we get
to a safe haven. A sort of...makeshift home filled with displaced people that are our friends. It seems
a little like an abandoned school or church building, narrow hallways, etc. Everything is very bright and
colorful, the people are dressed like gypsies, there are tons of little weird objects scattered about. I
pick up a light green suede purse that is shaped like an old fashioned telephone. After inspecting it, I
find a necklace of interconnected flat jewels, some weaving themselves into a leaf pattern. The colors
are deep reds and and blues and greens. I put the necklace on and the phone is ringing. It's the police
and we all decide it's best if I turn myself in.
A sudden shift and we are walking along a sunny street. I notice I still have the necklace on and it
embarrasses me, it doesn't go with my striped sweater. I sling it across one shoulder like a bandolier of
ammunition and someone makes fun of me. I smile and hide my hurt feelings and continue walking
towards my destiny with the police.
Another shift and I am standing in front of someone high up on a ledge. I'm with either my family or the
gypsy people, I can't tell, perhaps they are one and the same. He comes down from the ledge and
everyone gathers around chattering. We all take a seat in a circle, there is something very important
he has to discuss with me. He has something to do with who I was running from, something to do with
the police. It almost seems as if the police had been trying to keep us apart. I act cold and stiff,
smiling cooly and acting uninterested. I am embarrassed about all the people gathered around us. The
man asks the family if he and I can have some privacy and they withdraw to a corner of the room. Or
is it a room? It seems more like outdoors but with a roof, darkened a little yet still filled with light. The
man straddles a bench and sits right up close to me. Initially I turn aside and manage to still look
uninterested. He touches my cheek and I look away. Then he either says or does something and my
eyes fill with tears and then the entire floodgates of my soul are loosened and I start to cry hard,
sobbing into my hands. I wake up crying.
Additional Comments:
The recurring portion of this dream is running through backyards, trying to make a confusing trail for the
person chasing me.
Date of dream: Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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A complicated story, for which I remember very few details. I was part of a team sent to earth from
some other dimension. There was a very bright flower which I had to pass through, it melted and
twisted and I heard a voice warning me, "There are going to be many more odors than you are used to,
some will offend you, but you will get used to it." I flowed through the flower and found myself in a
green meadow flooded with sunshine. I was a kitten apparently, born into a world of dogs. One of the
big dogs accepts my presence and I am safe. I burrow into him, purring.
A shift in the dream and I am still part of the team, but now we are all dressed in combat black, regular
human in shape. I am female, my companions are male. There is a hostile being from the other
dimension looking for us, we are trying in vain to remember her name. Small openings into other worlds
are scattered throughout this world, in the unlikeliest of places. One of them is inside an antique black
patent leather Barbie doll case hidden away at the top of someone's closet. We keep trying to get to
it, but fail. The hostile female is close on our tails and we run for it. My closest male friend is yelling
into the wind something about May 12, it's an important date and I feel sad even as I'm running for all
I'm worth. I think we will never make it to that date.
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