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First

I'm at a house in a forest. There is some kind of a game going on, where people enter the house one by one to do a task. I don't remember much about the task itself. During it I think someone is implicated of a crime. After I come out I wander around the house on a path. There are some monsters that try to attack me. I think I'm with someone at this point. I have some first person shooter type weapons but they are not very effective. I'm able to keep them at bay, though, mostly kicking and throwing them. At some point the weapons turn into animals.

Second

I'm with a bunch of people at another house next to the woods. I think my family is there, but there are others as well. We're going to check out the other cabin. I'm walking faster that the others, singing. I ask someone for the lyrics when I forget.

When we get there, there is a lake. Apparently the water has come down a lot and people are worried for the ecological balance of the area. The trees around the lake are almost dead and break easily. We go somewhere to investigate this.

Third

A man, who has implicated of some crime in the first dream, is a reporter and he is ordered to go to some totalitarian country. He should be able to get in even though he now has a criminal record, but there is some doubt. A guard is fiddling with the system, trying to help him, but he doesn't get in. The guard calls for security and a large officer comes. The officer apparently knows the reporter and they were supposed to meet, so all is going according to plan.

Just outside the border control area there is a sport field. I'm in the audience looking at some people from the authoritarian country preparing for a running contest against a group of Tibetan buddhist monks.

28.2 Fragments
First

I’m in a space shuttle, closing in on a larger ship. When I look down I see the continents, and I see fields, forests and rivers, and a few buildings. The setting is rural, but there is some very advanced technology as well.

Second

I’m in a forest and I have to survive there for a couple of hours, I don’t remember why. There are two or three other people there, and they are the reason survival might be a problem. I have a log to defend myself with and they have sticks. They try to hit me and I block with the log. Then they start playing a game where they pat a small ball around with the sticks. I try to take part, but it’s hard to hit the ball with the log.

Third

I’m outside a large building, almost a castle. There are separate gardens, some have water elements, and walls between the gardens.

Fourth

I’m in the same castle with N and we go to a balcony. There are some tables and chairs, and large open windows with a view of the garden. There is also one window with a very large windowsill. I would like to sit there, on the windowsill, but there is a group of people already sitting there. We settle for a table on the other side.

Fifth

I get tickets to an airplane. I say to S that there is still time for a coffee. When we walk past a coffee shop, there is a long line there and I tell hit that we don’t have time to wait. I think he doesn’t care for the idea anyway


25.2 The Conservationist Wizard and the Missing Boy
First

I’m at a house in the middle of a forest with a group of people. There is a long vehicle with caterpillars and we’re preparing to leave with it. I get in and we tour the are, sometimes going over a wooden bridge and breaking it. The driver is trying to make the point that the are is ruined by pollution. We get out pretty close to the house and I have a look at a pond. There’s some branches and the water looks a bit dirty but not bad. I think we could clean it with the vehicle we have.

The driver, or maybe someone else, goes crouching behind some large rocks, looking at the house. His a soldier now, and clearly more experienced that I am. I follow him and we see a barbarian leader at the house. Somehow his responsible for ruining the forest. The driver gives me a rifle and I attack the barbarian.

The rifle is a wizards staff now, with a clear crystal on top. I point it at the barbarian, who is actually a wizard in a gray robe now. He has a sword but doesn’t use it, and he doesn’t seem to have his staff. He tries to take the staff from me but I keep willing it to stay in my hands. The driver-soldier-wizard-person is actually controlling it from afar. The barbarian-wizard surrenders and we get to settle at the place.

Second

There is a lake with open water, even though it’s winter. I go swimming and I’m a bit surprised to notice that the water is warm.

Third

We’re inside the house now, and there’s a good amount of people there, mostly friends and family. I have a conversation with my brother about my father and then find out that R is missing. They have been looking for him and his presumed dead now. I’m worried but there doesn’t seem to be anything I can do, since it’s been so long and they have looked everywhere.

I try to sleep, I feel really tired, but people keep worrying about R. There is some other thing that they have a problem with, but I don’t remember what. For some reason my bed is in the kitchen and I can hear the talking and worrying very well. I give up sleeping and we all go looking for R one more time.

There is a small river close-by and R has been swimming there. He has used a chain to tie him to the shore, so that the current doesn’t take him. The chain is broken and everyone thinks he has been taken by the current. There is a treehouse just a few meters from the river. When I look at it, someone shouts that R is in there, though there’s no way they could see that. I climb the stairs to the treehouse. Before I get all the way up I hear that there’s someone there. I ask who it is and R answers that he’s there, and that he has some someone in there with him.


21.2, Fragment with Meditation Group

I’m in high hall with winding stairs. I remember coming down the stairs from the third floor but don’t remember much before that. There is a group of people down in the middle of the floor. I know some of them. It’s some kind of a church group. I talk with them and they are talking about some obscure theological thing.

It turns into something like a meditation group and I consider joining them, so far I haven’t had one close by, and I know some of them. They show me a small storage room with all their things, which actually includes a couple cushions and mats and nothing else.

I'm sure there was another dream, where there was some useful new way to do something, but I cannot recall it. The story is a bit mixed up because I think I returned to the same dream twice.

First

I’m playing a game of Super Mario, though it doesn’t seem that I’m actually controlling it. It’s the first level and when I quit at some point, the game continues on its own. I watch it till the end and go to a corridor. There is a kitten sleeping at a corner. I go past it to a room, where my brother is trying to teach a duck to talk. So far it can only say roku. The kitten comes and picks a fight with the duck. The duck fight back and then the cat races it back the corridor. The duck uses some rough measured and wins the race.

I go outside, where there is a lake on the backyard. There is some snow. My brother is swimming in the lake, the water seems warm. I sit on my knees in the snow and put a bowl of water in front of me. I have a towel over my shoulders and start throwing the water on my face. It’s warm.

Second

I’m in a classroom at a University and discussing physics with a group of people. An older professor says that he has something interesting to note before the seminar starts and writes a fraction of the corner of the blackboard. I’m not sure what it’s about so he adds another one.

First

I'm in a city. There is a bridge over a road, and a man standing there. I tell him about how weird it is, in my mind, to use the second person plural to indicate politeness in singular. It causes one to use less polite forms in actual plural.

Second

There is a news story about a friend of mine, who has compared the image of the city I live in to that of the city where I was born. There is a picture with very similar details in both cities. I'm in my city of birth now, in a rural area. There is a mansion that belongs to the family of a very old friend. The lights are on and I wave, but secretly wish that I wasn't seen, I have something I should do. A car pulls in and I hide behind a tree.

It's the owner of the house, and some other familiar faces. I come out from behind the tree and greet them. The friend say something with a weird accent that I don't understand. I ask him to repeat a couple of times, with no luck. We go inside and most of them go upstairs.

I decide not to follow, since I have something to do and I don't understand what the owner of the house is saying. My intention was just to say hello anyway. Downstairs in the kitchen I talk for a while with a girl I used to know in school about my efforts to get elected in Australia. Apparently it's hard since I'm not Australian and don't live there.