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			<title>The Dream where I was Asked to Teach Maths</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 19:55:48 GMT</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><blockquote><div align="right"><font size="1"><font color="#000000">18.01.2012</font></font></div><font size="3"><font color="Black">The Dream where I was Asked to Teach Maths</font></font> <font size="1"><font color="#000000">(Non-lucid)</font></font><br />
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<font size="1"><font color="#000000">NON-DREAM</font> <font color="#4682B4">DREAM</font> <font color="#FF8C00">LUCID</font></font><br />
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<font color="#000000">I'm an English teacher. </font><font color="#4682B4">In this dream I was sent to a high school and told I had to replace my housemate, who was a maths teacher and was himself a substitute for a Mr. Grec or Brac or something like that. </font><font color="#000000">He's a biology teacher IRL.</font><font color="#4682B4"> The principal and some other guy walked me to the class of senior students and I told her that the last maths I'd done was in high school. She said I'd do fine, and as I was about to refuse some emergency came and the principal and the man had to leave. I was stuck in class because I didn't want to leave the students unsupervised. <br />
I noticed their were &quot;special&quot; students, doing coloring or beadwork instead of actual schoolwork.</font></blockquote></blockquote>

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			<title>The Dream of the Mall Guerilla</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 15:40:32 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#000000"]15.01.2012[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT] 
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]The Dream of the Mall Shoot-Out[/COLOR][/SIZE]...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><blockquote><div align="right"><font size="1"><font color="#000000">15.01.2012</font></font></div><font size="3"><font color="Black">The Dream of the Mall Shoot-Out</font></font> <font size="1"><font color="#000000">(DILD)</font></font><br />
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<font size="1"><font color="#000000">NON-DREAM</font> <font color="#4682B4">DREAM</font> <font color="#FF8C00">LUCID</font></font><br />
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<font color="#4682B4">I went to the bigger island next to mine to meet a local woman whose young daughter was in the hospital. I decided to accompany her to the hospital. We drove there. The hospital was in a giant mall which was partly underground.<br />
Once there, we got separated because I went to buy a magazine for the little girl. I was in the shopping part of the mall, outside the checkout lanes, when </font><font color="#FF8C00">people started firing. It was a small squad, about a dozen people. I ducked being a checkout counter. I could only hear them, so I had to guess what they were doing. They were coming from my left and getting closer, shooting people as they went. I heard the victims scream.<br />
There was a dead female cashier close to me so I crawled there, put some of her blood on my shirt and played dead when the squad passed by.<br />
When I was alone, I tried to think about what to do. Other gunmen joined the first squad, it was a little army and they were obviously professionals. They occupied the whole mall, stoping the country's forces from liberating it. <br />
I met other survivors in the mall and we started a resistance. We gathered a few weapons, for instance I had my commando knife with me. Some of the men were older men</font><font color="#000000"> whom I met in real life about a week before. </font><font color="#FF8C00">There was also a man about my age which seemed to have war experience. We fought the invaders, it was a real mall guerilla, hiding in boutiques and between shopshelves. Many people died on our side. Everybody fought, mothers, children, old people.<br />
There were also a few conflicts within our group. I had misunderstanding with the man of my age when I thought he'd stolen my knife, but it was a close-looking one.<br />
In the end, after a few days, the country's army managed to get in the mall but they realized we'd done most of the work. We were tired, dirty and hungry, so we roamed the mall for food, and the police had the nerve to tell us to stop stealing!<br />
Flash forward a few months: the mall has been abandonned following the blood shed. The state has decided to convert the office buildings into nice flats, and me and some of the other survivors are imagining our future life there, the landscaping, etc. As for the shopping part of the mall, it will be turned into a giant market like Rungis for the whole south of France.<br />
End: I'm at home when I receive a phone call from a British woman. She says she wants to meet me to make a film about the attack. For some reason I can't make out a third of what she's saying, but in the end I understand that she wants to make a film and not a documentary, and would like me to star as myself.<br />
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			<title>The Dream where I was Torn between the Man I Love and my Family</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2011 19:45:43 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#000000"]12.11.2011[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT] 
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]The Dream where I was Torn between the Man I...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><blockquote><div align="right"><font size="1"><font color="#000000">12.11.2011</font></font></div><font size="3"><font color="Black">The Dream where I was Torn between the Man I Love and my Family</font></font> <font size="1"><font color="#000000">(Non-lucid)</font></font><br />
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<font size="1"><font color="#000000">NON-DREAM</font> <font color="#4682B4">DREAM</font> <font color="#FF8C00">LUCID</font></font><br />
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<font color="#4682B4">I was supposed to meet the man I love in a place (town? Resort?) by the sea, after not seeing him for months. I was very excited, but then I learnt that my parents were coming to see me too (I haven't seen them in as long).<br />
I wanted to see my parents, but I was pissed that they were spoiling my reunion with Joan, all the more so since I'd pointedly avoided introducing them in the last year. I told them so on the phone and they were angry.<br />
I was at the place already. I decided to let my parents come, and called Joan to tell him of the situation and that we could meet later. The next morning, I greeted my parents, and a minute later Joan appeared. He looked very good and smiled at me with a look saying he got things under control and he'd make sure to make a good impression on my parents, and I smiled back, reassured.</font></blockquote></blockquote>

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			<title>The Dream where I was Torn between the Man I Love and my Family</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2011 19:45:35 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#000000"]12.11.2011[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT] 
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]The Dream where I was Torn between the Man I...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><blockquote><div align="right"><font size="1"><font color="#000000">12.11.2011</font></font></div><font size="3"><font color="Black">The Dream where I was Torn between the Man I Love and my Family</font></font> <font size="1"><font color="#000000">(Non-lucid)</font></font><br />
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<font size="1"><font color="#000000">NON-DREAM</font> <font color="#4682B4">DREAM</font> <font color="#FF8C00">LUCID</font></font><br />
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<font color="#4682B4">I was supposed to meet the man I love in a place (town? Resort?) by the sea, after not seeing him for months. I was very excited, but then I learnt that my parents were coming to see me too (I haven't seen them in as long).<br />
I wanted to see my parents, but I was pissed that they were spoiling my reunion with Joan, all the more so since I'd pointedly avoided introducing them in the last year. I told them so on the phone and they were angry.<br />
I was at the place already. I decided to let my parents come, and called Joan to tell him of the situation and that we could meet later. The next morning, I greeted my parents, and a minute later Joan appeared. He looked very good and smiled at me with a look saying he got things under control and he'd make sure to make a good impression on my parents, and I smiled back, reassured.</font></blockquote></blockquote>

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			<title>The Dream of the Apocalypse Train</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 18:03:15 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#000000"]10.11.2011[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT] 
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]The Dream of the Apocalypse...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><blockquote><div align="right"><font size="1"><font color="#000000">10.11.2011</font></font></div><font size="3"><font color="Black">The Dream of the Apocalypse Train</font></font> <font size="1"><font color="#000000">(Non-lucid)</font></font><br />
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<font size="1"><font color="#000000">NON-DREAM</font> <font color="#4682B4">DREAM</font> <font color="#FF8C00">LUCID</font></font><br />
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<font color="#4682B4">The end of the world is coming. Part of the population can be saved, and in an original twist, actually the majority: there is enough room to host 90% of the world's population in bunkers.<br />
The chosen are being evacuated by train, and I'm part of them with my parents and my own. We go to the station and board the train. But I'm not sure that my best friends are evacuated, and I'm not feeling too enthusiastic at the idea of being at the hands of the military, so at the last minute I get off the train. I just have time to shout to my family: &quot;I love you&quot; before the train takes off, thinking that I'll never see them again.<br />
Then I find myself with the 10% left behind. I go to a small town near mine. </font><font color="#000000">Influence: this is the hometown of a colleague of which we talked recently. </font><font color="#4682B4">The people are in a kind of stupor.<br />
I think I need wool to knit a hat for the incoming (nuclear? volcanic?) winter, so I go to this wool shop. </font><font color="#000000">Influence: I mentionned the town's sewing shop to my colleague. </font><font color="#4682B4">There are actually quite a lot of people in the shop. I explore every shelf but I can't find the colour and texture I'm looking for. </font><font color="#000000">Influence: I failed to find proper yarn on this island.</font><font color="#4682B4"><br />
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			<title><![CDATA[The Dream of Shopping for Last Year's Clothes]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 17:56:43 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#000000"]08.11.2011[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT] 
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]The Dream of Shopping for Last Year's...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><blockquote><div align="right"><font size="1"><font color="#000000">08.11.2011</font></font></div><font size="3"><font color="Black">The Dream of Shopping for Last Year's Clothes</font></font> <font size="1"><font color="#000000">(Non-lucid)</font></font><br />
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<font size="1"><font color="#000000">NON-DREAM</font> <font color="#4682B4">DREAM</font> <font color="#FF8C00">LUCID</font></font><br />
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<font color="#4682B4">I was in a supermarket shopping for clothes. I noticed several items that I already own, such as my grey and pink swimsuit. I realized that the shop sold outdated clothes because this is Mayotte. I told myself this was a good occasion to buy stuff I already have and like for the years to come, so I try on several outfits.</font></blockquote></blockquote>

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			<title><![CDATA[The Dream of Harrison Ford's Revenge]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 17:53:41 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#000000"]08.11.2011[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT] 
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]The Dream of Harrison Ford's...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><blockquote><div align="right"><font size="1"><font color="#000000">08.11.2011</font></font></div><font size="3"><font color="Black">The Dream of Harrison Ford's Revenge</font></font> <font size="1"><font color="#000000">(Non-lucid)</font></font><br />
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<font size="1"><font color="#000000">NON-DREAM</font> <font color="#4682B4">DREAM</font> <font color="#FF8C00">LUCID</font></font><br />
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<font color="#000000">This was a dream entirely in third-person perspective. It shocked my housemate that I could be totally absent from my dream, but he liked it.</font><font color="#4682B4"><br />
Harrison Ford, or a character who looked like him, had a long-standing grudge against his father, who had died when he was 25. At the same time he was amnesiac, having forgotten most everything about his father, as a defense mechanism he thought.<br />
Harrison Ford worked with an older military guy. At some point, he discovers something about his father that completely changes the way he viewed him, and realized that his father's death was criminal.<br />
When he goes out on the carpark (of his work place?), he notices an old black car, and it clicks into place with what he's discovered earlier. This old black car... it means that the military guy killed/is responsible for his father's death!<br />
Harrison grabs his rocket launcher and starts shooting at the military guy to seek revenge for his father's death. He misses at firt and the rockets go flying over the sports field nearby. But then, he hits the fleeing military guy in the back, and instead of it being a carnage, it only makes his backpack explodes in sparkles.<br />
Harrison Ford feels at peace with his dad now.</font></blockquote></blockquote>

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			<title>The Dream of the Pink Harry Potter Musical</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 17:53:17 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#000000"]08.11.2011[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT] 
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]The Dream of the Pink Harry Potter...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><blockquote><div align="right"><font size="1"><font color="#000000">08.11.2011</font></font></div><font size="3"><font color="Black">The Dream of the Pink Harry Potter Musical</font></font> <font size="1"><font color="#000000">(Non-lucid)</font></font><br />
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<font size="1"><font color="#000000">NON-DREAM</font> <font color="#4682B4">DREAM</font> <font color="#FF8C00">LUCID</font></font><br />
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<font color="#4682B4">I'm with the Harry Potter cast (the three main actors) and I'm part of it, although I can't tell exactly what role I played in the saga, if any. We're all dressed in pink and we go to a concert/musical about Harry Potter.<br />
Although we're not expected to take part in it, we climb on stage during the concert and start rocking out with the musicians. The crowd is over-excited.<br />
</font><font color="#000000">From then on, the perspective switches to third-person. </font><font color="#4682B4">I watch the show as someone else, and when a song called Vulgarity comes out, I predict that I'll leave the stage, since I hate vulgarity. Indeed, I see myself climb over the railing and into the crowd, still singing, as the song starts.</font></blockquote></blockquote>

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			<title>The Dream of the Play by the River</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 20:55:52 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#000000"]04.11.2011[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT] 
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]The Dream of the Play by the...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><blockquote><div align="right"><font size="1"><font color="#000000">04.11.2011</font></font></div><font size="3"><font color="Black">The Dream of the Play by the River</font></font> <font size="1"><font color="#000000">(Non-lucid)</font></font><br />
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<font size="1"><font color="#000000">NON-DREAM</font> <font color="#4682B4">DREAM</font> <font color="#FF8C00">LUCID</font></font><br />
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<font color="#4682B4">I went to a place using the ferry </font><font color="#000000">which in real life is used to go from my island to the bigger island. </font><font color="#4682B4">I was with some people I knew, colleagues maybe?<br />
I went to a performance of something I took part in. I think it was a play. The role I had was minor. I discussed it with some higher-ranking guy. We discussed the costume and/or make up. It was night time. We were rehearsing the play by a river. Large, flat rocks were sticking out of the water and were used to cross to the other side. The other bank of the river went up a little and was covered in a gradually thickening forest. It was the main scene of the show.<br />
</font><font color="#000000">It sent a feeling of being a beautiful landscape, the river with the rocks and woods behind it. It reminded me a little of the Pyrénées.</font></blockquote></blockquote>

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			<title>The Dream of the Goblet of Fire</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 08 Mar 2011 00:05:58 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]31.05.2005[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT] 
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]The Dream of the Goblet of Fire[/COLOR][/SIZE]...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><blockquote><div align="right"><font size="1"><font color="#808080">31.05.2005</font></font></div><font size="3"><font color="Black">The Dream of the Goblet of Fire</font></font> <font size="1"><font color="#808080">(Non-lucid)</font></font><br />
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<font size="1"><font color="#808080">NON-DREAM</font> <font color="#1E90FF">DREAM</font> <font color="#DC143C">LUCID</font></font><br />
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<font color="#1E90FF">There's a long railway along the park of Hogwarts. Ron, Hermione and Harry are hanging out there and think that the tunnels for pedestrians dug under the railway are &quot;lame&quot; because it disrupts nature. (right, because a railway doesn't). In truth, they're really annoyed because the tunnels are an idea of Snape's.<br />
Harry and Ron, being the smart boys they are, decide to blow up the tunnels, with explosives.<br />
They put some under a tunnel, which collapses, and then under another one. Hermione isn't there any more, of course, or she'd have called a Prefect already.<br />
The 2nd tunnel gives them trouble, as the ground starts to give way under them and they can't get away as the walls of Hogwarts are holding them in. Ron is about to be swallowed and McGonagall, who happens to be looking out of a window, pulls him to safety. Harry gets out on his own.<br />
They expect to be seriously sermonned, but McGonagall blames Snape. Harry and Ron go back to the tower.<br />
</font><font color="#808080">Time Lapse.<br />
</font><font color="#1E90FF">In the Entrance Hall, Ron, Harry and Hermione are about to go to Gryffindor's common room, but Harry gets away though a spiral staircase hidden in the wall behind a light-coloured curtain. These stairs lead to a large room which isn't in the films nor in the books. Its ceiling is very high and it's very airy and light, there are big desks at which a few students are working, and sorts of glass cases with prizes won by students and other Hogwarts distinctions. Harry finds among others his father's Quidditch champion. <br />
Harry has only come to see the plaques again, but he also finds a very beautiful, ancient-looking book, with golden letters and metal bits. Something along the lines of &quot;For Harry Papa&quot; is written on it in gold leaf. <br />
In that world, every one knows that Potter means Father</font><font color="#808080"> (Star Wars influence) </font><font color="#1E90FF">so Harry thinks that the book is meant for him, but he hasn't got the time to open it since Hermione comes in through the other entrance, opposite the spiral staircase: large straight stone stairs leading to a double door. <br />
He goes with her, and as they walk though the doors chatting, a gust of wind lifts a curtain, just before the straight staircase, revealing a very dark, wooden spiral staircase. They slip behind the curtain: there hardly any light, and it illuminates a few dust specks in the air. <br />
The stairs go down to their right. In it they see a strange creature sweeping (not a house elf) which doesn't see them. They decide to go up, on their left. After two flights of steps, they reach a long dormitory where similar creatures are making the beds.<br />
The creatures apologize, saying they didn't think they would arrive so soon, they tell them to make themselves at home and leave. The dormitory has beds alongside the walls with green sheets. At the end, there's a window through which you can see the park. Harry and Hermione understand that the dormitory is where the candidates to the Goblet of Fire will sleep. This room especially is for the French, whose champion is... Cedric Diggory.<br />
Hermione wants to see the girls' room, and crosses to the other side, through the boys' bathroom. In it, she's horrified to find some more of those half-formed, half-naked creatures sitting on the sinks and the tubs. She then walks into the girls' bathroom, just as filled with creatures.<br />
When she goes back to Harry in the boys' dormitory, the Beauxbatons guests arrive (just the boys) and they start a waterfight. Harry and Hermione lose and have to flee, drenched.<br />
Later, Hermione goes back there with a water bottle, intent on seeking revenge, but the only boy she finds there didn't take part in the fight and in is fact charming. Disappointing, she meets with Harry on a terrace. She's so hot that she pours the water on herself to get cooler.</font></blockquote></blockquote>

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			<title>The Dream of the Doctor, the War, the Flying Policemen and the Pink Pebbles</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2011 22:54:20 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>In this dream I was a man, who took part in the Cold War, except the Cold War was more like the Blitz, seeing as I was fighting an air battle over...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">In this dream I was a man, who took part in the Cold War, except the Cold War was more like the Blitz, seeing as I was fighting an air battle over London. The Doctor was in my plane with me and I asked him to change history so as to stop the war. He went back in time, did something, came back and voilà, the storm clouds had disappeared, the birds were singing and my plane was the only one in London's sky.<br />
Perfect.<br />
Then three flying bobbies came towards us to check what we were doing up there. Flying as in, standing straight in the air and hover.<br />
I realized that policemen don't fly, and in turn it made me realize... [the Unreveal] that the Doctor had fudged something up when he went back in time. He himself confessed to making an error, recognizing that these flying policemen were actually aliens who were supposed to invade and subdue Earth a century from now. Something he'd done in the past to stop the war had made them come earlier.<br />
Time Lapse.<br />
We're down to earth, in a town that looks a bit like my home town. We walk to the river, sit on a quay. The Doctor explains that those aliens have (/would have) mentally subdued humans. The key to freeing them is finding what the aliens have done to us. We then have to look in the river. We dived and check the wall of the quay. There's a small pipe in which we find two pink granite pebbles. The Doctor rambles about how they mean that the aliens have changed the human anatomy. Yeah, sure.</blockquote>

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			<title>The Dream of my Soulmate</title>
			<link>http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/folqueraine/dream-my-soulmate-10622/</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 26 Dec 2010 01:01:18 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]26.12.2010[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT] 
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><blockquote><div align="right"><font size="1"><font color="#808080">26.12.2010</font></font></div><font size="3"><font color="Black">Soul mate</font></font> <font size="1"><font color="#808080">(Non-lucid)</font></font><br />
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<font size="1"><font color="#808080">NON-DREAM</font> <font color="#1E90FF">DREAM</font> <font color="#DC143C">LUCID</font></font><br />
<br />
<font color="#808080">This dream left me with a warm fuzzy feeling in the morning...<br />
</font><font color="#1E90FF">I was the new girl at some institutional place, but I was with a group of people I knew; it may have been a merge between schools, or we were just sent there as a work experience. I remember being supposed to work in that school for special needs kids.<br />
We were being introduced to other young people, and one of the guys seemed to be struck by me, as I was by him. My name was the only one he could remember and we started to flirt more or less openly, although very innocently. It's just that we got on so well.</font><font color="#808080"><br />
He looked a bit like Jackson Davis, who played Jonas in LonelyGirl15, except with bright blue eyes, so I shall refer to him as Jonas.<br />
</font><font color="#1E90FF">Actually, his eyes (and those of his ancestors) were so blue that his surname was &quot;Azur-blue ocean&quot;<br />
Later on I visiting the school, went to the swimming-pool and then sunbathing with my female friends. Jonas Azur-blue ocean joined us and lay down next to me and we were just comfortable. My friends said nothing but I could see that they were all &quot;Aww look at the two of them they're so cute!&quot;<br />
</font><font color="#808080">The funny thing is, although I did enjoy that soulmate feeling, I woke up feeling guilty towards the guy I'm actually flirting with in real life.</font></blockquote></blockquote>

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			<title>The Dream of the Escape from the Island and the Introduction into a Secret Society Bank</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 07 Dec 2010 11:31:29 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>I was on Belle Isle island and I was wanted by the evil authorities, so I had to flee, but I knew that if I took the ferry they would catch me...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I was on Belle Isle island and I was wanted by the evil authorities, so I had to flee, but I knew that if I took the ferry they would catch me easily, so I had to find another way. A relative told me of a fisherman who often took people to the mainland, so I went to the beach and found him. His ship was really a small rowing boat. He agreed to take me to the mainland and didn't even ask for compensation. Thanks to him, I crossed to and fro Belle Isle many times.<br />
Later, I was in my grandparents house, which is on the peninsula closest to Belle Isle. I had taken a clandestine cat with me from Belle Isle and I had to hide his presence from my relatives, but for some reason the cat had to stay outside in the front yard, so every time my aunt came out I had to go and shoo the cat away so she wouldn't see it.<br />
Later again, me and my friend/crush John managed to get introduced into a secret branch of my bank. But then, we had to get out to spread information to other underground resistance members. We had pretended to be a couple, so stay in character I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek and he was all embarrassed, saying something like: &quot;You've done enough now!&quot;<br />
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Influences: my research into Resistance in occupied Finistere during WWII</blockquote>

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			<title><![CDATA[The dream of Rio de Janeiro & Dr Tony Stark]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 05 Oct 2010 14:18:16 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]04.10.2010[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT] 
 
[SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]NON-DREAM[/COLOR]...]]></description>
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<font size="1"><font color="#808080">NON-DREAM</font> <font color="#1E90FF">DREAM</font> <font color="#DC143C">LUCID</font></font><br />
<br />
<font color="#1E90FF">I was with pupils explaining them what favelas were and why they were built on hills. Then I really arrived in Brasil at the time of colonisation. For some reason Rio de Janeiro was inland, on the river Amazon which was very large. I saw from a bird's eye view the river and caravels on it. I swam in it too.<br />
Then I went to the hospital where I was supposed to take a test. My doctor was Tony Stark. He was his usual flirty self. He gave me a sort of glass to give a pee sample. I went to the ladies' toilet. Inside, I realised that it was only one room with the men's toilet, so I had to lock the men's door too.<br />
Then I sat on the toilet and realized that the wall were made of glass, with obscure stripes (paint or metal) and thin clear stripes. The thought that someone could see me stopped me from being able to pee.</font><font color="#808080"><br />
Then I woke up with a full bladder.</font></blockquote></blockquote>

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			<title>The shipwreck and being stranded with Galou</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 24 Sep 2010 20:23:40 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]23.09.2010[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT] 
 
[SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]NON-DREAM[/COLOR]...]]></description>
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<font size="1"><font color="#808080">NON-DREAM</font> <font color="#1E90FF">DREAM</font> <font color="#DC143C">LUCID</font></font><br />
<br />
<font color="#808080">I was woken up at 6:00 by a noisy male student's voice. I opened the curtain and saw that a flat on the floor above and in front of me had its door open and light flooding out. A girl was standing on the deck and noticed me. i went back to sleep, ready to put my ear plugs on, but the girl must have asked to boy to shut up because the noise ceased. Thank you, unknown girl! The dream occured next.</font><font color="#1E90FF"><br />
I was on a small ship leaving Central America for Europe. Not too far from the shore, I noticed several people in the water (over a dozen). None of them seemed to panic. It was weird. I hesitated to offer them to get on my ship because they were so numerous that they might cap-size it. There were other small ships and I wondered which they fell from.<br />
I soon realized that the ships (and the castaways) had been involved in some conflict between drug or illegal immigrant smugglers. I decided not to get mixed in because those people can be troublesome, but then I saw my friend Galou in the water. She was trying to hold on to her two young daughters. </font><font color="#808080">(In truth, Galou only has a 5-month-old baby boy)<br />
</font><font color="#1E90FF">Then my ship disappeared (?) and I was in the water. I helped Galou by holding one of her girls. The sea took us to a tiny sand beach surrounded by rocky, sharp cliffs. The girls were not with us anymore, but that didn't distress us.<br />
We were tired and cold and hungry. A strange, chaotic rock formation sprouted out of the sand. We tried to find shelter in the rock chaos. I climbed on top of the formation. Two electric wires connected to a small light bulb. The night was falling, and I realized that the light was too weak to be seen from hypothetical rescue ships. However I had my laptop, and I thought to use to power to power it (because it's a magical laptop that can resist sea water!) and maybe send someone a email to tell our relatives that we have survived.<br />
When I got down from the rocks, Galou had prepared driftwood to light a fire. I made sparks with the wires to start the fire. Galou had collected seaweed to eat, but in a small cave we found canned food that had either been stocked here or that came from a shipwreck.<br />
We spent the night there. We were still scared of the smugglers, because, as witnesses to their dealings, we could be seen as threats.<br />
In the morning, we noticed one of the smugglers' ships coming towards our beach. Uh oh... We decided to try and climb the rocks to get away. Galou went to the west, and I went to the north, more or less along the shore. But since there were many boulders I felt like I could hide.<br />
Some gunmen landed on the beach. I hid behind the boulders but one of them saw me. I knew it was hopeless so I didn't move. He found me and shot me twice, once in the back (and the bullet went through my chest) and one in the bum</font><font color="#808080"> (probably inspired by the horrible bruise I got on my backside falling down the stairs while moving furniture out an attic)</font><font color="#1E90FF">. It hurt badly but I realized I could perhaps survive my wounds, so I played dead. The gunman was satisifed and left.<br />
</font><font color="#808080">The rest of the dream is in 3rd person perspective as I follow Galou.<br />
</font><font color="#1E90FF">Galou has managed to reach almost the top of the cliff. There's a half-ruined castle which we couldn't see from the beach. She is also pursued by the gunmen. Nearing the castle, she has to cross over a precipice on a single stone beam to reach safer grounds.<br />
She then tries to hide inside the castle, and realize that it's not empty. There's a nun living there. A cat nun from New Earth (Doctor Who)! The nun agrees to hide Galou. She tucks her in a shady corner.<br />
The gunmen get in and ask the nun if she's seen the runaway. She says she hasn't and pretend Galou is a statue, using her as a stand for her tray, as she offers the gunmen drinks.<br />
She has her servant bring the tray in. It's Jar Jar Bink, </font><font color="#808080">and I remember thinking as I watched his feet on the carpet (through Galou's eyes): that CGI is rubbish, it's scintillating!</font><font color="#1E90FF"><br />
Later, after the gunmen are gone, I manage to get up (back in my own body) despite my wounds and limp back to the beach, were I am reunited with Galou.</font></blockquote></blockquote>

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			<title>The three Jonas fairy godmothers</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 17 Sep 2010 13:07:10 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I woke up at 6:54 and went back to sleep.  
I dreamt of St Trinian's 2: Fritton's Gold. I haven't seen the end of the film so imagined it....]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I woke up at 6:54 and went back to sleep. <br />
I dreamt of St Trinian's 2: Fritton's Gold. I haven't seen the end of the film so imagined it.<br />
<font color="#008080">Annabelle and her aunt were in their family house by the sea. The Fritton pirate ship was stranded on the seaside. Because the house sat on a hill, you could only see the top of the middle mast from the window.<br />
To get to the treasure, the Trinian girls had to find something to replace the missing masts. 3 fairy godmothers appeared. The first one took Annabelle to Nelson's statue. Nelson's sword flew out of its hand and turned into a TV antenna to replace the first mast. Nelson then started moving and flew away like Superman.<br />
The second fairy godmother helped another girl. Then the 3rd godmother turned out to be one of the Jonas brothers. They were on stage singing, and the Jonas godmother sang a song to his fiancée. She was called Selena Gomez and the song went something like &quot;Elle s'appelle Selena Gomez&quot; and then continued in English with a rhyme in &quot;maze&quot;.</font><br />
And then my alarm rang at 7:30.</blockquote>

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			<title>Kids, caves and monsters</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2010 23:53:52 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[There are several kids (pre-teens and young teens) on an expedition. They've split into several groups, and I'm in one. We are with an adult in a...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">There are several kids (pre-teens and young teens) on an expedition. They've split into several groups, and I'm in one. We are with an adult in a position of authority and wisdom (a Rupert Giles kind of character).<br />
We are going to pick up someone who's in a cave. But there are also humanoid monsters, sort of lizard people. We spy on them from the cave's entrance, and we watch Giles negotiate with their male leader.<br />
The females of the species seem to be way less civilized, since we can see on eat some food like an animal in a side tunnel.</blockquote>

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			<title>The Dream of the Celebrity that Stayed near my Place</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 20:02:41 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>I own a little place by the seaside. In my dream, I had a stroll in the evening on the little footpath and I noticed that one of the plots of land...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I own a little place by the seaside. In my dream, I had a stroll in the evening on the little footpath and I noticed that one of the plots of land next to mine had been bought. The new owner was getting settled and we chatted a little. It's only later that I learnt that it was actually a celebrity engaged in charities. Possibly Bono.</blockquote>

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			<title>The Dream of the Girls on Horses and the Gun Fight</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jun 2010 09:21:49 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>So I was with this other girl who was my little sister, and we left a group to go on a journey on horses. We were in the country. The landscape was...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">So I was with this other girl who was my little sister, and we left a group to go on a journey on horses. We were in the country. The landscape was pretty, although the sky was cloud-covered: gentle hills covered in grass and moss, and sorts of pine trees.<br />
At some point I went behind a tree to pee, and I noticed a chain-link fence not too far to my right, and black puffs of smoke rising behind it. I told my sister about it. Suddenly, a man appeared behind the fence, and I recognized him as our enemy. He started to shoot at us with his rifle.<br />
Me and my sister sort of played hide and seek with him and his mates, hiding in the large trees. While we were doing this, the landscape morphed slowly. A row of low buildings/shops appeared in the distance behind us, and a mini horse-riding centre/sports centre appeared right behind us. <br />
The guys on the other side of the fence had found a way to cross it and were getting closer to us. We could do nothing but hide. At this point, a friend from the original group (another teenage girl) joined us. She had a gun too and started counter-attacking. Then, more people joined us and the bad guys were defeated.<br />
All the good guys gathered in the nearby building, which at this point looked like a greenhouse. The building was well developped underground, with a nursery, a cafetaria, etc... (in fact, it looked like a bunker).<br />
Several people on our side were wounded, among whom a close friend (possibly my sister) who needed blood. So I decided to inject blood in her with a tiny syringe. There was some air in the syringe, so a friend with some medical background warned me against injecting the air in her bloodstream, which could kill her.<br />
Then, I carried an unconscious girl in my arms. I stopped in the cafetaria to chat with some of the guys, then went on my way, wit the girl in my arms, to find a place to lay her down. I thought of a little train wagon we have near the bunker. Many of our allies were there (some of them were actual soldiers), I think I saw Captain Picard too. I had to ask Robert Downey Jr to move his arm so I could let the girl rest on a train couch.<br />
<br />
Influences:<br />
- The Mammoth Hunters, by Jean Auel, for the horse-riding journey bit<br />
- FallOut 3 for the raiders attack and bunker bit</blockquote>

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			<title>Tidal Wave</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2010 08:28:28 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I don't remember much about this dream, except a tidal wave was involved. I was with my mother in our van. 
At some point there was already a flood...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I don't remember much about this dream, except a tidal wave was involved. I was with my mother in our van.<br />
At some point there was already a flood (waist-high water) and people were seeking shelter, when they suddenly noticed a big wave of muddy water coming towards them and tried to waddle away desperately. Some lady tried to climb on a bin, others tried to climb trees. I could feel the fear.</blockquote>

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			<title>The Dream of the Post-Apocalyptic World, the Race and the Closed-Off Town</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 08:20:49 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#696969"]22.06.2010[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT] 
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><blockquote><div align="right"><font size="1"><font color="#696969">22.06.2010</font></font></div><font size="1"><font color="#696969">(Non-lucid)</font></font><br />
<br />
<font size="1"><font color="#696969">NON-DREAM</font> <font color="#1E90FF">DREAM</font> <font color="#DC143C">LUCID</font></font><br />
<br />
<font color="#1E90FF">I was in a post-apocalyptic world, except, shortly after the apocalypse. It was a zone with many shops spread in a desertic land. I knew it was past the apocalypse because: 1) most of the population had disappeared and 2) the country wasn't that desertic normally.<br />
However, the buildings were still standing and in a good shape.<br />
In the beginning, I was alone. Soon, I noticed 3 Black men running and I challenged them to a race along the empty shops. Surprisingly, I beat them all so they were in awe. I think one of them offered me ammo.<br />
Then I was with a group of other survivors, among whom a beautiful woman </font><font color="#696969">possibly inspired by Lara Croft or Megan Fox</font><font color="#1E90FF">. We were looking beyond a highway bridge </font><font color="#696969">(definitely inspired by FallOut 3, we haven't got those here)</font><font color="#1E90FF"> where a giant set of Mikado sticks were. And by giant, I mean, several dozen feet long.<br />
We even consider using them as spears to defend ourselves.<br />
Then, Lara-Megan says she knows of a big city where we will be safe. She takes us to the entrance of the city, whose guards have ridiculous uniforms reminiscent of Alice in Wonderland.<br />
We're told that to be let into the city, we need to pass a test of trust that is also a sort of inner conscience journey or stuff.<br />
Practically, it means being held down flat on a convector belt that takes us through the city and exposes us to different scenes of the city life for a day or two.<br />
Then we're into the city and I am with 3 childhood friends, twins: Gur (a boy) and Mad (a girl) and their older sister Soa. They're in their early teens again.<br />
I take them up a road, under a bridge, and up to my house which is on the left side of the road, hanging over a cliff.<br />
On the door there is a sign saying &quot;Ande&quot; followed by my name, Ande being a deformation of my mother's middle name, Andrée, and her father's name, André. Under it there is my own name.<br />
We get in the house, which is all in length: an entrance hall, a small kitchen, a tiny living-room and the bedroom.<br />
In the bedroom there is a big bouncy king-size bed (</font><font color="#696969">actually my grandmother's former bed</font><font color="#1E90FF">) and a small one person bed to its left. I tell my 3 friends I'll take the small bed and they can sleep in the big bed. I start taking blankets for them.<br />
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			<title>The Dream of the Military Expedition in the Woods</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jun 2010 19:05:31 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#696969"]20.12.2003[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT] 
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<br />
<font size="1"><font color="#696969">NON-DREAM</font> <font color="#1E90FF">DREAM</font> <font color="#DC143C">LUCID</font></font><br />
<br />
<font color="#1E90FF">I am part of a military expedition exploring a very dense forest near a railway. At some point, a soldier finds, under some brambles, an old yacht. Soon, anyon who gets close to it loses their bearings and become confused.<br />
My father goes there, I go looking for him but I forget what I went there for. I find a dog, then I find my father.<br />
In the evening, back at the base, my father finds me weeping above the sink (I don't know why, maybe because I was worried for him).</font></blockquote></blockquote>

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			<title>The Dream fo the Girl turned Half-Black and Shipped to America</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jun 2010 07:32:36 GMT</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><blockquote><div align="right"><font size="1"><font color="#696969">20.06.2010</font></font></div><img src="http://img694.imageshack.us/img694/9199/genrehistorical.png" border="0" alt="" /><br />
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<font size="1"><font color="#696969">(Non-lucid)</font></font><br />
<br />
<font size="1"><font color="#696969">NON-DREAM</font> <font color="#1E90FF">DREAM</font> <font color="#DC143C">LUCID</font></font><br />
<br />
<font color="#1E90FF">In 19th-century France, I am the daughter of a pretty wealthy family. I have a sister about my age (about 20).<br />
My family is greatly shocked by the revelation that I am half-black (although, what that reveals about my mother's behaviour is a subject never touched upon) and decides that I should be sent to live with an uncle in America, because it's too shameful to keep a <i>mulatto</i> child where everyone could see her.<br />
Although I was milky white before, the revelation has triggered a change in me. My skin is getting darker, my lips thicker, etc... I remember, at some point, looking in a mirror and thinking (with my 21st-century mind) that I looked very good, in fact. However, my black hair was still perfectly straight, and I wondered when it would start curling. My sister suggested that only the newly-grown hair would curl, and even so, it wouldn't be very curly since I was only mixed-raced, and not totally black.<br />
Most of the dream is about the preparation of the journey, in which my sister has to take part too. (our parents are probably afraid she'll start turning black too). I remember packing, choosing what I could take and what should stay.<br />
My parents explained the journey to us: first we would travel from our home to a place called Fécamp, the harbour, from which we would get on a boat to New York, Maryland. </font><font color="#696969">(yes, geography can be quite wonky in my dreams. Did I tell you of the dream were Spain was in Africa?)<br />
</font><font color="#1E90FF">Then we would take a coach to my uncle's place.<br />
I asked my parents if we needed money to pay for an hotel, but they said our uncle lived close enough to New York that we wouldn't need to stop for the night.<br />
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			<title>The Dream of the Children stranded on Two Islands</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jun 2010 07:12:24 GMT</pubDate>
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<font size="1"><font color="#696969">NON-DREAM</font> <font color="#1E90FF">DREAM</font> <font color="#DC143C">LUCID</font></font><br />
<br />
<font color="#696969">This dream has two distinct parts, but they are definitely related through their themes.<br />
</font><font color="#1E90FF">In the first part, I am one of the inhabitants of two islands. The two islands are pretty small, but high, maybe of volcanic origin. They're pretty preserved, as far as I can see, there aren't many tracesof human settlement.<br />
Deep on the sea bed, there is a tunnel joining the two islands. The tunnel room closest to West Island is room 2400, the room closest to East Island is room 2100. The workers of the tunnel have decided to go on a strike that day. I work in the tunnel too and I wonder if I should work that day or not.<br />
<img src="http://home.audemarine.operaunite.com/file_sharing/content/num%E9risation0001.png" border="0" alt="" /><br />
There are several children living on both islands, but mainly East Island. A baby is born or has been left on a beach to the north-east of West Island, and a child from East Island comes to pick it up in a little boat. But since he doesn't want to be seen by any of the adults (maybe because they would take the baby), he asks a teen girl to come with him. This teen girl has an identical tween who has a young child, so if they're caught, they can always claim that she is the twin and that it is her child.<br />
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Part two</font><font color="#1E90FF"><br />
The children have all been forced to flee to a beach on the south side of East Island. They all live on the beach, which is closed off the rest of the island by foredunes and cliffs. They've built shelters out of driftwood and seem to have settled quite some time ago.<br />
</font><font color="#DC143C">I then realize that it is silly that they should be locked off the rest of the island just by a dune, so I decide to fly over it (metaphorically, since I'm not bodily present in the dream) to see the other side of the dune.<br />
I can see that there's a sort of desert with a few trees and bushes sprouting here and there, and a little pond near the beach. I assume that's were the stranded kids get their drinkable water.<br />
A caravan is coming. Some of the men are wearing bedouin clothes while others are dressed like Westerners. <br />
I then decide to embody an adult man. I talk with the head of the caravan. He tells me about the two Westerners, one at the beginning of the caravan, one at the end. The one in front is sick, while the one in the back has a broken arm which needs to be put back together.<br />
I nominate myself doctor of the stranded children and decide to help the two men while the kids deal with the caravan. I hear the leader of the kids tell the leader of the caravan &quot;Welcome to Thoninnio&quot;, so I gather that's the name of the settlement.<br />
The first man is in his late thirties and has short, light hair with blue eyes. He looks very kind and, while I auscult him, tells me that he broke the other guy's arm. They were previously lovers but they had a row about the children of one of them (I think his, but I am not sure) and in the row he seized the other's arm and accidentally broke it. He wishes he could help but his ex won't let him near him. I'm a bit disappointed because he was so hot and kind, I would have liked to hook up, but too bad!<br />
I ask if there's anything I can do to help them reconcile, but he explains apologetically that he went too far in the row and that he deserves what he got, and there's probably no way to fix things between them.<br />
I then move to take care of the second guy. He's younger, late twenties or early thirties, with jaw-length hair, and looks vere bitter. He doesn't want to chat, so I just pull his arm and snap the bone back into place.<br />
</font><font color="#696969">And then I woke up and quickly found a trick to remember the name of the settlement before going back to sleep.</font><font color="#DC143C"><br />
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			<title>3rd person Soap opera</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2010 20:21:50 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>I feel I missed part of my dream tonight - it seems to start in the middle of itself. 
 
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I feel I missed part of my dream tonight - it seems to start in the middle of itself.<br />
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I am absent from my dream, it's a film-like one. It's night and a young man is accompanying his girlfriend back home. They're in their mid-teens and she's not allowed to go out at night (or maybe she just doesn't want her father to know. She lives with only her father, so he's probably be very protective of her.)<br />
Tonight they've made love for the first time. The young woman climbs back up to her bedroom window, which she had left open, and her lover goes his separate way after waving her goodbye.<br />
A few days later, they meet again and she is upset because she is pregnant with him. She apparently had a pregnancy test very quickly after they made love. He wants to be supportive and tries to comfort her, saying that they have plenty of time before deciding what to do. He doesn't say the word, but he means that they have several weeks before deciding whether she should have an abortion or not.<br />
Another time ellipse. The girl goes to a shop down her street, near the beach, where she meets with friends, basically female characters from Eastenders (a British soap opera) where they had manicure in a shop with a most unusual decoration: rocks, trees and even a spring!</blockquote>

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			<title>First lucid, sort of</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2010 20:13:25 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Around 2006-2007 
 
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I was hiking on the left side of a forest-covered valley, a...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Around 2006-2007<br />
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I was hiking on the left side of a forest-covered valley, a very deep valley with very steep sides. The trees were absolutely huge, and I remember thinking it was one of the coolest dreams I ever had (hence the &quot;semi&quot;-lucid). The scenery reminded me of Rivendell in the Lord of the Rings films...<br />
I was in company of many people, among whom my father and one of my aunts, and we admired the landscape whilst walking...<br />
At one point we saw a very long, thin and fragile looking wood bridge that crossed the valley, like 200 feet above the river.<br />
It was winter and the top of the valley was covered in snow, but as we walked down the snow disappeared.<br />
The path was narrow, windy and in some places dangerous, the ground crumbling under our feet. As we walked down, we walked under another bridge, a real, solid bridge made of red bricks, we walked near one of its piles...<br />
Then the trees became even bigger, their roots were enormous, some bigger than us, and covered in green moss, and I remember thinking the trees had to be centuries old. <br />
Then the little girl downstairs started to have an argument with her mom and I was forced to wake up.<br />
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			<title>The Dream of the Prehistoric Village Isolated from Modern World</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2010 20:10:47 GMT</pubDate>
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I am a member of a scientific expedition who regularly goes to a beach, which...</description>
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I am a member of a scientific expedition who regularly goes to a beach, which you can reach only by foot after hours of impossibly hard paths. On this beach is a village where people still live like in the prehistoric times, isolated from our world. For us, paleontologists, historians and so on, this is a treasure, of mine of information.<br />
I have already been part of this expedition once. I am going back in the hope of meeting a young girl with which I got on very well.<br />
Unfortunately, we had to admit that our visits had a negative influence on the villagers, since some of them got used to the (rare) modern products we brought along with us, such as cornflakes.</blockquote>

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			<title>The dream of the Dwarf and the Killer Box</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2010 06:29:06 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Weird fragments of dream, although I woke up during it due to a power cut... 
 
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Weird fragments of dream, although I woke up during it due to a power cut...<br />
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A crime had been committed in my grandparents' house. Sherlock Holmes was investigating.<br />
There was a weird happening every night in the conservatory. Everyone would sit in the dark, and everyone would feel like someone slapped them across the face, but when the light was turned on there was nothing.<br />
In fact the guilty party was a dwarf. His weapon was a box which released a killer insect when you pressed the bottom in a special manner.</blockquote>

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			<title>WW2, the elections, the Japanese underground and the cruise ship</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jun 2010 21:14:56 GMT</pubDate>
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At the beginning, I was a nun, in the 1930s-1940s and for some reason, me and...</description>
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At the beginning, I was a nun, in the 1930s-1940s and for some reason, me and the mother superior had to hide from other people. She guided me down some staircase that went very deep underground. The walls and the stairs were made of a beige stone. At some point I noticed a room, to the West of the stairs, that was strangely light for something so deep. Then I somehow got separated from the older nun and decided to go back up to the world of the living.<br />
I somehow turned into a young, typically post-war looking young lady. I was in a city that looked like Paris, and I was reunited with a young man I had tender feelings for and whom I hadn't seen for a very long time (because he was a soldier?). He looked like one of my mates from high school, Vincent. Vincent and me went for a ride in his (or mine?) car, a coupé from the 1940s too. <br />
We started to discuss the result of the upcoming (actual) French presidential elections, being worried that Sarkozy would be elected. I worked in England and was back in France for a short time only. I wondered if he would accept to come and live with me in England if Sarko was elected.<br />
Then we went back to were we came from, except that for some reason we were driving on a railway now. We arrived at a station where he disappeared and I hooked up with 2 older male friends. We went in the underground part of the station, which happened to be in Tokyo. There were all sorts of little shops selling pointless gadgets such as only the Japanese can make! Among other, I was amazed to find little porn figurines with the face of Emma Watson! But my mates were delighted.<br />
Then we took a corridor to go upstairs and the station turned into a ferry, and I was with my parents. It was a very luxury cruise ship, the kind we couldn't afford anyway. We saw that restaurant which looked very expensive, and had a French name which I have forgotten, except that there was &quot;jeudi&quot; (Thursday) in it. We asked if we could have a table, and the waiter ask if we'd booked, to which we said yes, even if it wasn't true. He gave us a table someone else had booked. Unfortunately, the cuisine was pretty poor, and I protested, he said there were some sort of restrictions. What's more my parents and I were worried the people who had rightfully booked the table would come and we would be uncovered.</blockquote>

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			<title>The dream of the flooded valley and of the drowned boy</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jun 2010 21:03:47 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Date unsure, before or around 2002. 
 
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One of the longest and most detailed dreams I...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Date unsure, before or around 2002.<br />
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One of the longest and most detailed dreams I have ever had.<br />
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My name is Marion and I am antarcticologist. It's night-time and with my friends François and Elodie* aboard our ship, I am en route to the South Pole. We &quot;park&quot; near the ice cap, and François and I take to measure the thickness of the ice cap while Elodie, hands in her pockets, is observing us from far away. The ice cap is 3 metres (10 ft) thick. We then decide to go back to the closest harbour: Cape Town in South Africa (we can already see the lights from Antarctica). Once in Cape Town, we must navigate between the wharves to find a place to park our ship. <br />
When it is done, I stroll a little in the docks. There are stacks of wooden boxes everywhere, on which you can climb like on a mountain. While I am having my little walk, I see a young man** hiding in one of the empty boxes, the side of which is missing. People are looking for him, calling him a thief. He hasn't seen me and, feeling some sort of sympathy towards him, I do not denounce him.<br />
Later, my dog and my cat*** go to the hotel to prepare the rooms we had booked. (yes, they can talk). When my friends and I join them, the hotel manager gives us a tour of the hotel. It is built on the side of a valley, near what looks like a big lake, and it also is a camp park. But there is not pitch whose number is under 26, because all these pitches were flooded when a dam broke, and the valley has been flooded since then: there was no lake before. There is also a football field (soccer, for you Americans), which is half flooded too (it is not plane). We are told that 10 years ago, a child tragically drowned there.<br />
Back inside the hotel. While walking in the corridor, I see a door which is ajar. Inside, the thief is negotiating with a babushka for an expensive object. When the deal is done, I see the old lady putting her money in her shoes' heels. It is a very well known technique among thieves (although I have no idea of how I know that). The thief sees me and kind of wink at me, and I wonder if he may have seen me the first time.<br />
Then I go back to the football pitch and I have a flash-back of the little boy's death. There was a match between two children's teams on the pitch, although half of it was under water. In the &quot;deep end&quot;, there was up to one metre of water (3ft). After the match, one of the boys, the goal, went looking for the ball, under water**** He knew the ball was on the other side of the fence, so he bent under water, slipped his hand between the (how do you call that ???) lozenges of the fence to pull the ball towards him, and his glove got stuck in the fence, and he drowned. When people realized he was missing, it was too late.<br />
Back to present time. I am leaning on the concrete rail with Olivier Atton*****, thinking about this drama. Oliver is positive, it is a murder disguised in accident. How could the football be behind the fence? It was too high for the ball to get there.<br />
Another flashback of my own childhood : I was on a train stopped in the middle of a flooded nowhere. There was water up until the wheels. It was raining. The train was empty, except for me.<br />
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*who do not really exist. Exceptionally in this dream, original characters have names.<br />
**looking like Sidney Bristow's fair haired friend in <i>Alias</i>.<br />
***original characters again. I don't have a dog, and none of my cats can speak anyway  :) <br />
**** Yes, I know. But in that world, footballs don't float. (I should have seen it as a dream sign, just like the talking dog and cat, or seeing Cape Town's lights from Antarctica, but I didn't even know about LD at the time)<br />
***** the French name of Captain Tsubasa, a manga football player.</blockquote>

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			<title>The dream of Poulgolo cloister</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jun 2010 20:56:07 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Before 2002. 
 
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Poulgolo is part of a moor on Quiberon peninsula, in which...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Before 2002.<br />
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Poulgolo is part of a moor on Quiberon peninsula, in which relatives possessed a small patch of land without any building, just heather and pine trees. In this dream my grandmother gave me a guided tour of the property, the biggest part of which I didn't know. Other members of my family, such as my younger cousin Joss, my uncle Pivy, were also there. There was actually a cloister on the property, or a half-cloister (only two &quot;walls&quot;), turned North-West. The rays of the setting sun enlightens the place through the pillars. On the East side of the cloister is a huge room with only three walls (the South side is open), without any window or light, so that seen from the entrance, it looks empty. In fact when you progress into it, you can see that the wall on the other side is not finished, there is a 60 cm (2 ft) opening between it and the ground, on all the length, hidden in darkness. We all get into it, using church candles to give us light. Behind the wall, the room is a really huge amphitheatre (or a giant stairway?) going down earth's depths. We walk down for several minutes. It is very wet, there are puddles and moss grows, so it is very slippery. We can't really see the walls on either side. We finally reach the bottom, where there isn't anything particular, just a big stone wall. We go back up the &quot;stairs&quot;. My grandmother gives me the cloister and its secret amphitheatre.<br />
<br />
I cannot really interpret this. Someone give me something that was kept secret, so it must be of some value, but in the end it is a dead end.<br />
<br />
A regular pattern in my dreams : I discover that a place I thought I knew was in fact much bigger, with underground levels or hidden passageways. In my list of dreams, this features is joined with the criteria &quot;something is not what it looks like&quot;.<br />
Another systematic feature: the orientation. In my dreams there's always a North, East... (and so on). Geographically speaking, it is most of the time very coherent, to the point that I can draw maps of the locations.<br />
Another common feature : religious locations. Many dreams occur in churches, monasteries or religious looking-buildings, even when there is no religious &quot;action&quot;. It is worth mentioning since I am the most obtuse atheist. Is my unconscious calling for more religion in my life? Or should I say &quot;was it&quot;, since I less frequently dream of such places these days?</blockquote>

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			<title>The Sunless Isles</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2007 18:28:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<font size="1"><font color="#696969">NON-DREAM</font> <font color="#1E90FF">DREAM</font> <font color="#DC143C">LUCID</font></font><br />
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<font color="#1E90FF">There is a sandy island or archipelago off the coast of a mainland. The population isn't very large. Life used to be normal there. Now, a few generations later, people don't know about the sun. There is only the sky, which sometimes is very dark with stars, and sometimes is light enough to see. But they don't make a distinction between day and night, there is only &quot;the sky&quot;. <br />
A visitor is surprised at this and finds out that it is actually the mainland people who, in order to punish the islanders for some reason, years ago, modified the orbit of their planet so that the islanders could never see the sun, while the mainlanders could still enjoy a low sun. The visitor put things back right, and the islanders, many of whom where on the beach, facing the mainland (which is too far to be seen), are amazed at the appearance of this light ball and the heat that is emitted from it. I am one of them, and I take off my jumper (but keep my yellow tee-shirt) to go swim in the sea.</font></blockquote></blockquote>

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			<title>The dream of me as a werewolf</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2007 18:15:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<font size="1"><font color="#696969">NON-DREAM</font> <font color="#1E90FF">DREAM</font> <font color="#DC143C">LUCID</font></font><br />
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<font color="#1E90FF">A man and me (unconscious of being me) leave a pub at night. There is a fight with a werewolf, as there is a full moon, and the authorities come and arrest him. <br />
I tell the man (that I haven't known for a very long time) that I am a werewolf too. He asks why I haven't changed into a werewolf, and I explain that there must be some trigger: anger, fear, an emotional of physical shock... He takes me in his car and suggests taking me away from the authorities (which are seen as somewhat threatening). <br />
I fall asleep, and I have a vision of him waking me up by tapping my arm, and that it will trigger my lycanthropy.</font></blockquote></blockquote>

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			<title>The Dream of the Man Who Wanted a Piece of my Bowels</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jun 2004 20:37:00 GMT</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><blockquote><div align="right"><font size="1"><font color="#696969">21.06.2004</font></font></div><font size="1"><font color="#696969">(Non-lucid)</font></font><br />
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<font size="1"><font color="#696969">NON-DREAM</font> <font color="#1E90FF">DREAM</font> <font color="#DC143C">LUCID</font></font><br />
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<font color="#1E90FF">1st half of the 20th century.<br />
I am engaged to a young man with a mustache who looks like a soldier or a gendarme.<br />
Every night, a man breaks into my bedroom and try, with a lancet, to slice open my abdomen to steal a piece of my bowels while I am asleep. The first time, I manage to alert everyone. The second time, my fiancé was keeping watch in my bedroom, but the slicer managed to escape anyway.<br />
In a daring plan to catch the slicer, on the third night, my fiancé decides to put on my night gown and sleep in my bed to fool the slicer into thinking he's me.</font></blockquote></blockquote>

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