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Morning of November 18, 2015. Wednesday.



In what starts out as a typical light sleep paralysis apex lucidity state of a perceived sensual nature, my level of lucidity becomes slightly subdued to where I am not as focused on control of any kind.

I find myself walking near either the Hinkler or Chermside Shopping Center (though it seems more like Chermside in some ways, though we have not been there in years). I end up walking on my own (after absentmindedly turning to the right) through a different narrow fenced area while Zsuzsanna is walking more towards the outer exit from the parking area and outside of the “fence maze”.

There are flowers on either side of each fence section and the fence layout is quite complex, with the sidewalk also going at different ninety degree turns over a very short distance. I get the impression that I will reach a dead end near the shopping center’s outer wall (though this is not certain as there may be a couple openings on the side to the internal parking area sidewalk perpendicular to the street sidewalk), though this does not seem that frustrating. In fact, I feel quite blissful and Zsuzsanna and I smile at each other.

My lucidity peaks again and I wake fairly quickly with a bizarre hypnic jerk where both of my legs (I am on my right side) flex up to where I am in fetal position and then they kick out to being straight again (almost like a sideways kangaroo hop). Presently, I cannot recall any other time when a hypnic jerk involved both legs or was of this movement. Zsuzsanna and I laugh then she tells me she had been dreaming about a waterfall. In the more distant past, this type of dream setting was often annoying. It occurred mostly around the middle to late 1980s, I think (though there were earlier sparse instances), and most often features the “fence maze” at ground level on either side of an overpass, often with the exit gate (to the street or intersection) locked when I get to it so that I have to go back around to try a different path.

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Note: Just as I only experience astounding continuously morphing hypnagogic vision when fully awake and just as I mostly only experience blissful (not frightening in any way as others have claimed) states of sleep paralysis (and always try to intensify the states, usually successfully), my hypnic jerks (which are claimed to occur “just as a person is beginning to fall asleep”) only occur after I have fallen asleep and am in a (often only partially-rendered) lucid dream state.

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Bed @ 2230, SSILD
Alarm @ 0200

Woke @ 0200

Airport adventures
I'm in an airport with a friend. We've just finished asking a couple of security guards a question. We pick up our passports from a little table - beyond which is a large room they seem to be guarding entrance to and/or exit from - and walk back the way we came from. Now my friend and I are in a hallway with lots of right angles. The hallway continues to our left; the woman's room is in front of us, the men's room is to our right, and the hallway continues the other way behind us. My friend asks me if I want to visit the other side of the runway. At first, I start to say no, that I've already been there; then I get confused and ask if this is an airport where you get to the other side by going over or under. I know I've gone to the other side in an airport where you go under, but I don't think I've ever taken a skyway over a runway before. He replies you go over, so I agree. Now we're in the men's room. A voice on the PA is counting down from ten, and I know that when it reaches zero a security pulse is going to hurt a lot (probably taking off twenty HP) if we're not in a designated safe area. I start running through the bathroom, hoping I can get to one in time; then I realize it's hopeless (the bathroom is huge, it'll take seconds just to reach the exit) and stop near some stalls. A door is closed, so at least it's not just my friend and I who are going to take damage.

Now I'm outside climbing around on what seems to be a long-abandoned water park that was built on the runway. I briefly try to slide down a dry chute before realizing that, though parts of it are smooth, others are badly worn away revealing a pebble-like texture beneath. Someone I don't know doesn't seem to care and comes sliding towards me; somehow I get out of the way in the nick of time. He asks if I want to come with him to get a better view. Now the two of us are much higher on the ruins looking out over them. He says something else.


BTB @ 0230, SSILD. Woke @ 0620.

Lifelike video games
I'm playing a video game with @Jakkarth, but I seem to be physically present. We're standing outside in an area we've just cleared of the enemy. Our surroundings are falling down, though whether from age or from the fighting I can't tell. We take a breather, then Jakkarth fiddles with his controller - looking like a large console controller - to bring on the next wave. A huge robot, taller than we are, almost as wide as the area we're in, and roughly triangle-shaped, comes around the corner and heads straight for us. It's spinning, and it's fast. We'll be crushed if we don't move quickly. I start running the other way, heading straight for some kind of fence, boosting myself with my right hand to vault over it, then turn right into the next area, which seems to be the clothing and/or bedding section from a department store. The robot crashes through the fence and starts coming for me, knocking down everything in its path. I somehow manage to get some height and jump as it comes for me, landing on top of it. I'm surprised to see Jakkarth on top of the robot controlling it. Traitor! I run up to him and point my weapon at him, laughing that I've won. He's clearly having a good time too, good-naturedly complaining that he almost got me. He resets the scenario so we can try it properly.

I'm fighting with my back to a wall, the corner a little to my right, my team around me. We all have some kind of energy rifles, as does the enemy. They're taking cover behind some buildings about 50 feet in front of us, while we're pretty exposed. I need to reach into a window behind me to press F3 on a keyboard (black), but there's an enemy in there who's somehow messing me up. My "mother," also part of my team, comes over to me and initiates a mind meld with me. With the mind meld in place, I can see the world through her eyes as well as my own, and I'm able to reach behind myself and press F3. Now that that's done, I head along the wall away from the corner and turn left down a corridor. I realize she never ended the mind meld and wonder what effect it'll have on things. I think about Vulcan children and wonder how this affects their relationships with their parents and when they learn to do it for themselves.


Finding the carpets
I'm talking to a woman in a squarish, medium-sized room just off of a gigantic oval-shaped room. I direct her to a cubby on the far left of the gigantic room saying she'll find the rolled-up carpet there. Someone else reminds us that there will actually be two carpets. How had I forgotten that? One is larger, one is smaller - I should have remembered that Aladin actually had two carpets. Now I'm watching someone small entering a store wearing a strange costume with a really poorly-fitting mask. He muses to himself that Sonic has made this far too easy since he already has a reputation of handing out candy to kids. As he's pondering that, I see Sonic in the store, giving a chocolate coin to a child as he passes. I consider that Sonic's spines look droopier than they should. I realize the small guy's costume is supposed to be Sonic, but wow is it bad. After Sonic leaves the store, the guy goes in, intending to bribe the kid with more candy to give him information about the carpets; but the store keeper, thinking the real Sonic has come back in, comes over and starts giving him chocolate coin after chocolate coin, never giving him a chance to talk to the kid.


Fragments:
I'm driving on a small road and turn left onto an even smaller one, winding my way along a twisting path between small homes.

I'm parked at the top of a parking deck. As I close the van doors I leave the windows open so it doesn't get too hot, but as I walk away I realize there's a high chance of rain today and I need to go back to close them all.

I was playing football for my old high school team and coach alyward was still head coach and we were approaching half time when he ran a play where the tight end did a inside route then an outside release to 90 degrees and then dropped the ball. I said coach put me in! he said you better catch those balls or I am going to put pines in.

Suddenly the game was over and I was headed back to the school to get ready for a camping trip. On my way back I encountered a track of sorts with a bunch of cars on them that were slightly oddly shaped. I ended up underneath the track and these subway trains started roaring through and were the lighting the track up with green fire. They were very loud and just before the second one roared by I asked the guy that was in charge there if I should travel to school by another route, if it would be faster? he said yes it would be. So I looked for the way out and eventually had to squeeze my way out of a cat door kind of thing. I ended up on the tracks outside and there were the strange free to use cars for students. I selected a black sporty one and a kid just in front of me whipped out and took off with a smug expression on his face. i hopped in the black sports car and took off myself. It didn't handle very well haa, I tried whipping fast around a corner and I had to pay very close attention to make sure I didn't die. I ended up going through a tunnel following the van that had the rest of the people in it that I was camping with. when we got there it was just a rock jetty and I said no bugs at least.

I was had a dream that involved fishing and the water was very clear and I said all we have to do is find minnows and those trout will eat them up and we don't have to bring food then, and everyone agreed I guess.

early:

+ zappy box, guy with everything, plugs large thing into outlet with very specially shaped plug

+ (impression) college football game?

later:

+ baby beach, aftermath of battle, I recognize [false] colleagues crawling up on to beach, wounded, a guy is crying for help to save the baby, "save it! help!", bone/branch is stuck in its cheek, guy tries to pull it out but baby screams in pain, it has all sorts of strange bone/weird things growing out of it, it killed its mother giving birth to it

+ dragon drugs, addict-henchman packing up pile of orange/white drug capsules in back of car, tries to stuff a handful in his sock ("no stuffing them in your socks!" and smack him on the [butt?]), he tries to set aside another pile and chastise him again. Someone asks how do we know they're not poisoned? Get the addict to take one, he lies down on the sloping ruffled concrete ground [childhood home driveway?].

A dead black dragon / flying dinosaur falls from the sky onto a nearby leafless tree with a "whomp!" sound (glance at it then ignore it, just saying "it's probably time to get out of here")

+ (new world/level?), pirate bar, agressgion with store owner, "you've changed" he says
I arrive with my group to a new level/world location. There is a building with a large sign outside (red neon?), we go inside, it's a pirate bar. The "captain" is a middle aged buxom woman lying (passed out?) on one of the tables, dressed up like a male pirate captain. My group sits around one of the table. I sit on a small sofa/love seat nearby the "captain." (Narrator?) tells me that I must make the captain want me to stay. I may have to risk the mission by bluffing that I'm leaving. I stand up so that the captain can see me and be impressed by my attractiveness. I say "well, we're going to have to go now" and move to leave. The female captain gets up and asks me to stay. I offer her to come and sit with me.

I'm in a store trying to get a (weapon?) from the shop keeper. I say I've been to the (pirate bar) world. He doesn't believe me. I get very angry and say "I can prove it, I can take you there" in a vicious, hard-toned voice, getting right up in his face (he is wearing sunglasses and has different colored eyes?). He says "you've changed!" (I used to be wishy washy and now I'm a badass). I realize it's true, I'm strong and confident now.

+ wedding / joke
I'm observing the preparation for a wedding. Outdoors, a large estate. I'm not sure if the wedding is going to be here, or not. It is my sister's wedding. They're putting up a cross at the altar. Sister asks to put up the draping over another place. I look at the main cross and see that it is a mixture of a cross and a star of David. I'm on the side of the thing so I have trouble getting a clear view of the symbolic patterns. My father makes a complex joke about the powers of the universe being displeased about this mixed symbology, ending with "Hawkin' and consuming'" a pun about Stephen Hawking.

+ book store: poker books, blackjack books, I recognize some covers for blackjack books I've read, I think some are about the Hi-Opt system and other systems. I may like to read the poker book because I don't know how to play poker. I see a Russian board game (based on chess, every piece is a queen?), then my eye is caught by sheet music on the lower shelf: chamber music pieces for group of recorders + <my instrument>. Read the music, evaluate the notes ("that one is outside my range, must be for the bass clarinet"), hear a chorus singing, it's lovely but where will I find a chorus to play with us?

+ drive on road with wife, 7-eleven on the left, that's there our sons S2 gets his (game cards/gum/candy?), see game/gift/candy store on left, pull in. A woman there mistakes out minivan for hers, she places a hand on top of the roof in the middle of the windshield and holds on, and looks at the bumper which has fallen off, realizes that it's not her minivan. I tell to the attendants at the gate/crossing guard that we will only be a short while and so will not need to pay.

Inside the store a young female staffer tells me all about their pricing plan. It's a long detailed explanation about how they charge by the amount of time you spend in the store, and how this allows them fine-grain control over costs in order to make a profit. I couldn't care less about their profit and wonder what would happen if people just didn't come to the store. I'm checking out at the cashier, and ask how much it costs. Answer is $2/3. I get out cash from my wallet and offer them to take the amount. I see in the pile that they take that there is a $5, they're taking too much. I ask again how much and they say $8.

(Is it just me or does anybody else look forward to finding out what our brains come up with while we're sleeping? It's like lucidity is a bonus... that i have yet to master.) Anyways...

So in the dream, I'm in a boarding school with bestie, (Every single one of my dreams has somebody I know In real life) and at first I'm under the impression it's an all girls but then I meet this boy. He says he will show me around and I agree leaving bestie to fend for herself (I don't see her again in the dream).

We go off and cause trouble for the students and teachers with pranks and all (but I have trouble recalling what happened after but) We had a lot of fun getting to know each other, he's like the brother I always needed. (Dream friendzoned xD)

I wish I could remember what he looked like or what his name was. I feel like I knew him but that my mind gave him a different face. Strange.

Suriname
I'm in Suriname with my family. I'm with my aunt and her oldest daughter / my cousin. I'm not sure if my mom also joined. We are visiting an aunt who lives in Suriname. I'm the last person to walk from inside the house to outside. I stand next to the car, while the rest is already in there. It's a 4x4. I'm not sure of the details anymore, but in the end they drive a bit through the street and I'm standing to the side of the road. I think it was a sunny day, with palm trees and a road next to the beach. The person driving (my aunt) is driving forward and wants to park inside the garage in the house. She hits an edge. The car bounces a bit, but it's no problem.

Appetite
My friend Sel, who I haven't spoken to in a few months, has tagged me in a FB post. It's an article from... Buzzfeed? The article is about her. It says something about how people have been photoshopping the pictures she has put on Instagram. The photo that I can see on FB is one where her boobs have been deformed from the photoshopping.

Think it's part of the same dream. It's a sunny day and we're sitting on a patio. I can't see (or don't bother) to look beyond the borders of the patio. It seems to belong to a restaurant. I think this patio was the background for the photoshopped photo. At one table there are 2 people sitting and at another table a small group. At both tables I know someone. I think I'm with the small group at first and then standing next to the table of the 2 people. It's something about the guy (an Indonesian I believe) having finished an entire cake in just 10 minutes. It doesn't seem so ludicrous... Then I see the platter the cake was in. Wow! In just 10 minutes?

Gear up
The details of this dream elude me quite a bit. At first there's something with 2 undercover cops and their dog. They are after someone I guess. They get stopped by a cop with a shotgun and a bulletproof vest, who doesn't know that they're undercover.

Next thing, they are all by a tent. The wall is lined with weapons. Not only guns, but also axes and other stuff. One of the undercover cops is standing next to it. With ridiculous precision he throws an axe to his partner, who is sitting on a tree log, next to the regular cop. His partner catches it and I think he chops at the head of the cop 1 single time.

I'm standing on the 2nd floor of an open building. It's night time. The wall of weapons is there. I'm with a girl, though I can't recall who. We gear up, getting ready to defend ourselves or go after someone or something. At one point I'm sure I took one of the 3 axes, but I can't seem to find it on my outfit. I also take a can of graffiti(?), but it's empty, so I leave it behind. When I pressed the button to check I could hear the familiar whizzing sound of just air leaving a canister.

Rip off!
I'm in Indonesia. It's a sunny day and I'm driving on a moped. I'm on my way to a sekolah tinggi (high school). My new high school? I have issues remembering the exact direction I took at the start of the dream, but I end up on a parking lot on a roof. I'm lost. I look around me. At first there is a fog, so I can't see that much. I had a map (Google Maps?), but I'm not sure what happened to it. Eventually I see some city landscape, as well as some rural area between mountains. I see some roads. The direction I'm looking at is a dead end. I look at my map, which is carved into a cucumber which I hold in my hand. It's blurry and there is only 1 clear line. There's a teenage Indonesian boy standing on the roof. A cheery fellow, a little bit chubby in the cheeks. In Indonesian I ask him how to get to the school. He isn't sure, but he knows that I'm headed the wrong way. He gives me the directions to the road which I just came from and to then take a right. I can see the road from where I'm standing. The 'take a right' was obvious, as I came from the left. The road looks like it's 1 class below a highway. It's built along the coast and slants to the right. From my perspective, there's a white arrow on the road which tells you that you're supposed to go to the right. I think further ahead is another arrow. I follow the road with my eyes and finger, but eventually stumble into the fog. I ask the boy what next. He tells me he isn't sure, but to take a left. I ask him when. I think to myself that it's at the end of the road. He tells me the same. I get back on my moped. Politely he says something along the lines of 'sorry, you forgot the parking money'. He says something about downstairs, which is odd. He tells me the fee is 5.000 IDR. What a rip-off! I take out my wallet from my back pocket. I don't want to give him 5.000 IDR, but it's the smallest note I have. The note looks strange though. It's red. This feels a bit wrong.* I hand it to him. Now he says the fee is 10.000 IDR. I become mad. I consider switching back to English to show him that I'm a foreigner and show him just exactly how mad I am. I think I start in Indonesian, but end in English. I lay a curse on him. I do it using my Will.^ I'm not sure if it will work. Actually I'm just mad and I don't really want something to happen, I just need to vent. I decide not to use any poison.

This dream was quite interesting due to the details and the fact that we spoke in Indonesian.
*5.000 IDR notes aren't red. More like brown, green and yellow.
^I'm reading a book where sorcerers use their Will to perform magic.

Blegh
I'm in my student home, which looks way different from how it should be. I'm in my room. The ladder to my highrise bed is way longer than in reality. I've positioned it at an angle, allowing me to use it as an exercise bar, hanging from just my hands and moving forwards and backwards. Man, this is pretty easy. I don't know why people are having difficulties with this in Ninja Warrior. Or maybe I'm stronger than I thought. I think about Sel. This makes me feel as if this dream was before the dream with Sel.

I'm walking in an enormous AH [grocery store]. I want to go home. I think it's dark out already. I'm headed towards an exit. I know my train will depart soon and I'm close to the train station. I keep walking, but I don't seem to make much progress. It's as if I can't move fast, despite my best efforts. Somewhere in the mean time I look at my phone. I have a new email on gmail. It's from Dinne, who is both my colleague and my housemate at this point. I had sent her a one-liner with a joke that she apparently didn't perceive as a joke. She replied back along the lines of that if I fuck with her, she fucks with me. It's about her having mentioned me somewhere in a way that made me seem like a cheap asshole. This has to relate to Bart, our boss. Wauw. A colleague is one thing, but if even the boss is involved. I don't wanna work in a place like this anymore. Then I realise that she is also my housemate. Fuck. I guess I should knock on her door and go talk to her.

I'm in the kitchen. It's really big and interesting in some ways. It's made mostly out of wood and the seeming lack of a plan while building and decorating it make it appealing.

This dream really left me feeling blegh. Also not so sure about the order of events.

A person with long hair threaten to take my kratom. Then I realize he also wanted to kill me. He left the room briefly and I thought to myself well if this is the case then I have to retaliate. When he came back into the room I stab the person to death.

Dream fragment - Bird of Paradise
I remember seeing a whole bunch of these flowers known as 'Bird of Paradise'. I thought to myself that I should tell my friend about them so he could come get one for his girlfriend.

Note: yesterday my friend told me he was looking to find a bird of paradise flower for his gf because they were her favourite, surprised this manifested in my dreams O_O

Dream - Museum
I'm in a museum with my friend Matt and a girl (I think it might be his ex gf?), there's some sort of god who resides here and owns the place. We head downstairs into a room with all these ancient greek mythology related artifacts, everything had a grey-black rock material that covered them. It was sleek and smooth, and fitted the form of each item perfectly and I think it was meant to 'freeze' them in time and preserve them. I remember I went off into a side room and knocked a Cupid angel (isn't this Roman?) statue by accident which cracked a little. Oops. I head out of the room, noting that there are special techniques and stuff in there too (like in little CDs that you somehow download into yourself?). I walk back to the downstairs room where Matt and the girl are perusing the artifacts on display. It was things like the Aegis shield, the head of Hercules which had an intensely ornate helmet on it, or the head of Medusa etc. Matt accidentally knocks another Cupid angel... It cracks. "Damn dude you broke it" . Suddenly I see something flesh-like beneath the rock layer of the statue which twitches and moves... "Hey it's moving" I say, and the grey-black layer coating the statue starts crumbling off. Oh shit. Me, Matt and the girl all run towards the side room. In this room an arrow is let loose at us, it's the other Cupid statue! It came to life as well. I quickly grabbed a handful of those CD techniques and we all scrambled back out and continued to run. I also remember some of the CDs having references to Star Wars. The pictures on the front of one had Luke Skywalker holding a lightsaber.

Felt too sleepy to bother remembering my dreams, and I got up earlier.

In my introduction I hinted at the fact I have endured Sleep Paralysis many times in my life. They have never really been characteristic of the usual "incubus, succubus" scenarios. Usually I would observe the world around me but being unable to move - I'd experience great fear.

The first time I've really noticed this was at a friends house, falling asleep (or being woken up, I can't recall) with the TV on. Although I'm sure that wasn't the first time it happened. I was a teenager 12 or 13.

I have seen "shadow entities" and have heard ominous voices, but that's not common place with my experiences. This last episode trumped every other episode I have had.

I'm a new mother, I tried to breastfeed - but a poor latch and what I deemed "lactation hallucinations" (because they haven't happened since I dried up my supply) kept me from doing such. Right before my supply was depleted I had an episode of SP that threw me through a total loop. Not only did I see an alien hoovering over her bassinet - I wasn't afraid. I logically rationalized this overly tall - obviously not human entity as being my husband tending to the baby - his image was just distorted by sleep.

However this was not the case - baby was still fussing. I kept trying to wake up but couldn't - I remember hearing my husband's voice speaking to me, saying "we should just let her die" then a familiar voice with which I could not place any name to saying "she's already a ghost"

By that point a panicked. What I thought was strange was how deathly BLANK my visual field was during these moments. I felt a great pressure on my left cheek (the one not on the pillow) That's when I thought to myself "I NEED TO WAKE UP NOW!" I struggled in the abyss like darkness and woke up to a crying baby. I did the ritual all parents are familiar with (change, feed, soothe - in no particular order)

My daughter was sleeping in me and my husbands room in her bassinet. As is the new standard. Above her bassinet was a deer head "trophy" my dearly departed father had murderized before my birth. I have dubbed him Charles - and yes - he is in charge. xD - I accounted the ALF's large eyes to the deer's presence.... The alien itself looked quite similar - although hairless - to my husband... Which may account for the lack of fear I felt when viewing the entity hoovering over my child.

I must admit I was shaken to the core when I realized my husband didn't even wake up to check on our daughter when I saw the presence... I did some research online about The Greys. There's two types - the clone race which are small and their creators whom are the same height and have more human features - like my daughters friend... xD UGH, I know I'm crazy, but I don't want to be - THAT kind of crazy.

There was more to my research than that. What I found most compelling were the theories of service to self and service to others... How The Greys seem to fall on either side of the spectrum. (at this point it feels like I should be on an alien encounters forum) The website said something about Grey's feeding off of fear and such... thought that was interesting.

When I was attempting breastfeeding, I would always "rocket" out of sleep before she started crying when she was hungry. Biologically speaking - mother and baby sync up. So when she'd start doing her hungry dance, making little hungry grunts and stirring in her sleep I'd almost always wake up before she'd start crying in distress. I still do wake up, just not as easily - or forcefully. I would see babies when I'd hallucinate, always on tv. my mother said it was SP yet I remember still seeing these things until baby was fed... She's probably right tho, mother's seem to have that talent

Now this leads me to the dream I had the night before last. Monday morning I believe. After a night of drinking with my husband (a perk to bottle-feeding) and doing a tarot reading with him - I had a very very intense and scary dream.

As I stated in my intro I believe I have psychic dreams sometimes, so that's why I am kind of apprehensive about sharing this dream - also why it's bundled with another experience. (linked to the no fear thing...IDK)

I was at some sort of attraction based center. I assume it was in Egypt. There was this weird little book thing on a sandstone monument. Two sides - right and left. You needed to enter in a code or use a key to open the books. I think at least. I focused in on the right one and began flipping through it's pages. They were lamented and had been marked on and erased, there were black smears on the pages. I don't remember the pages before I came upon the dead and body of a woman. Her face was one I do not readily recognize. She appeared to have burns on her and was bluing.... On the next page there was a "bratz" doll, obviously burned. They reminded me of crime scene photos. I flipped through a few more pages and before reaching the end I panicked and decided to "hid" the fact I was even looking at these photos... I attempted to flip through the pages without touching enough of the surface area to leave a finger print. I rubbed the "crime scene photos" I was looking at with my sleeve and before waking I remember thinking "there's going to be forensic fiber evidence from my jacket- oh well... too late now"

I concealed the fact I looked at the photo's I was viewing that seemed to be of a murder, yet once I got far enough to the beginning of the "book" I felt the mysterious contents weren't incriminating/I felt safe - it was as if my looking at those photos put me at risk of becoming a victim. I post this, with an odd feeling of reassurance. I would look up "bratz killing" online but I don't want to - A. if it's even real, it's very likely the cops want to keep it out of the news until there's a need for the public to know and B. I still feel like "I'm" responsible and don't want to be linked to it...

I post this dream because... I know there's nothing to fear, that even if this is yet another psychic-esque dream, it's likely the forensic evidence has already lead to the capture and conviction of the killer.

On the psychological/spiritual development side of things, I interrupt the dream in with me and my husbands tarot reading... The death of my unjust fear of infidelity linked with the death of my bratty attitude. I won't need to worry about my husband cheating if I don't act so selfishly... in other words. In our reading the outcome was the 2 of cups reversed (love) so inorder to avoid that, my dream was telling me what needed to happen on my end.... at least I hope there isn't a serial killer on the lamb, I try not to take things too literally or seriously, our dreams are very powerful however - and sort of an open realm for all kinds of weirdness - all it takes is a look at edward cayce to know how powerful the dream world can really be.