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    1. Friday, October 4

      by , 10-08-2019 at 07:49 PM
      I am with Melissa at Burning Man. Iím sure it is Burning Man, but it doesnít really feel all that far away from anything. In fact, we seem to be right by a freeway overpass. It seems like we are among the first here. We are filtering into a small building or canvas tent with couch like seating. I watch everyone arrive, all in the same, generic Burning Man garb. I do notice a shorter guy with thick and curly brown hair wearing a Grateful Dead shirt. I think itís brown or brown tie dye with a large print of ĎBerthaí on it. I think that he might possibly be interesting to talk to or that it could just be a fashion statement. I then realize that no one is really doing anything except sitting around just like they could anywhere else. I wonder if this is it - to just come here to sit and watch everyone else do the same. We are now trying to leave; there are a few exits, but they are all also being used as entrances for a mass of people heading this way. We try to go against the grain bt it proves impossible so we submit to it and veer off to our left. This brings us much closer to the overpass. There are crowds everywhere, but I notice a bunch of arms sticking up in the crowd under the overpass, waving, beckoning us to go over there, as if they see us fighting the flow of people. So we oblige and go over there. Over there, the space between the ground and the overpass is much smaller, probably only big enough for a kid. In fact, that is who is under there. There are different sections, each with school aged kids (mostly girls?) sitting in a circle or just along the wall. In the middle of each group is an adult laying on their back, eyes closed. They are conducting some Ďalien experienceí? and beckoning us to come try it. Iím uneasy from my first glance at it; it looks creepy and I donít like it. I make a comment to Melissa about how creepy it is and how weíre not doing that.
    2. Wednesday, September 18

      by , 10-08-2019 at 07:28 PM
      I am with Melissa in what seems like a mountainous area. We are in a cabin type building that feels like itís on the edge of a gorge or some precipice. There is some event going on just outside the other doors that I think weíre a little late to. There is a cabinet for us to put our phones in, I think because there are no photos allowed. I place mine among the others, all screen up, as well as my glasses case? I feel my keys in my pocket, but decide theyíre fine since theyíre clipped to a belt loop with a carabiner. We step outside now and there are quite a few people, maybe our age or younger, sitting around on the rocky and uneven ground. They are all wearing puffy grey/blue coats that seem to be uniform, possibly with the same logo or team name. I realize that this is some sort of outdoor survival challenge and that I am wildly unprepared and they obviously are not. Melissa is in regular clothes and I am in a tie dye Grateful Dead shirt. It now starts, I think with a race.
      Tags: cabin, mountains
    3. Monday, September 16

      by , 10-08-2019 at 07:27 PM
      I am at the lake (Tahoe, Iím pretty sure) with some family, I think Granny and Mom and maybe Makayla. We are at a beach that is not sandy, but more rocks and pine needles. There is also a fair amount of trees coming down all the way to the waterline. I have some clothes that I think have just been washed, because they are still damp. I am looking for a clothesline or even a string, but I donít find anything. Now Iím at work with either Melissa or Laynie, still looking for a clothesline. We canít find one anywhere, until we ask Carolina. She takes us to a stockroom, it being the only place she can think of that would have one. Sure enough, we look to the right and I see some green lines hanging from a hook near the ceiling. I tug on one, not sure how to get it down. I flick it a bit, and it comes off the hook. They look somewhat surprised, and I joke about not knowing how I just did that. Though the line had reached near the top of the high ceiling, it is barely even a foot long as I am holding it up Iím just slightly disappointed. I guess Iíve settled though, as Iím back on the beach. Iím walking back to our spot and noticing towels and clothes simply draped over the lower tree branches. I think it occurs to me that I couldíve just done this, but I seem pretty set on the clothesline.
    4. Saturday, September 7

      by , 10-08-2019 at 07:26 PM
      I am at work when I notice about three pre-teen/teen kids run out of one of the doors (*it looks like the kids doors at work). They all have merchandise and are wearing backpacks. I think I am seeing this on video, so I am able to zoom in really quick. After I decide that it does look bad, I hurry out there. I step outside and think I see them get into a bus or school bus. They are not really in a hurry and neither is the bus it seems. After a few moments, I head back inside and sit back down. Charmi is here, sitting down at the cameras also (it doesnít really look like weíre in a camera room, but more out in the open). Sheís talking about what just happened, suggesting that it could have been prevented if we were watching. I say that we were watching but that we canít be seeing everything at all times. She just seems adamant and repeats herself. Scott now shows up and nonchalantly starts talking to me (and Laynie might be here?). Charmi looks up, sees him, looks a little shocked, but doesnít say anything. Scott just pretends like sheís not here. Scott and I are now walking somewhere in the store - upstairs, I think. He is wearing a blue beret tilted slightly downwards and something else he wouldnít usually wear. I notice him walking through the racks of clothes instead of on the main aisles. I wonder why for a second but then realize heís trying not to be seen by associates.i get it, but also think itís a little much.
      Tags: bus, stealing, work
    5. Monday, September 2

      by , 10-08-2019 at 07:25 PM
      I am with Mom in what looks like a small, one main road mountain town. Across the street, I notice a large group of skiers, apparently waiting for a bus. The bus appears but then passes them by. Confused, they try to flag it down. I survey their winter clothes, thinking theyíre wearing too much. It doesnít feel cold at all to me, but I guess it makes sense for when theyíre actually skiing. I think about how itís only the first day of September, so this has to be the very first snowfall and/or day of the season. Weíre in one of these wooden cabin type buildings that looks pretty empty when I feel the ground shake softly but consistently. Iím certain itís an earthquake and wait for it to happen again. It happens again, this time more intensely, so I make my way outside. I notice others coming outside, some looking panicked. Mom mentions how of course weíre in Portland, guiding my attention to the snow-covered mountain right above us. I see some watching the mountain to see if itíll avalanche. I wonder what we would do if it did.
    6. Dream Paralysis

      by , 10-08-2019 at 01:54 PM (Nef's dream journal)
      I fell asleep with a bit of tension in my mind . I became lucid at this oddly constructed bus .
      I was sitting there looking out a window and then suddenly I realized that a woman was sitting tightly behind me with her kid.
      I cursed at her with a scottish accent (thank you limmy) then I asked the dream to transport me where I should be
      then I suddenly woke up.

      Or I thought so.
      To my suprise my cousin was standing by my bed watching me menacingly, he was saying something I didn't understand, then my vision gut blurry and all, I was in sleep paralysis so i felt like I could barely move or move my face but i stumbled out of bed partially paralyzed. I knew it was not him, I thought I'm being burglarized by someone who I hallucinated to be my cousin. He then went out and I heard noises like if things are being packed . I tried to stand up and look at him while repeatedly asking who he is...
      Aand then I woke up for real, realizing none of it was real.
    7. Cult

      by , 10-08-2019 at 05:38 AM
      Life of stars


      advanced fights, people shooting and dying. Bodies got fused together. Demon women were feeding on humans.


      In Japanese style castle renovated as a mall. Top floor had a small casino. I played the slots and won. Went to covert token to cash. Stopped by a lady with glasses. She thought I cheated. Claimed some prize for now. I head towards a different place with books. Finds a girl who was reading there and we talk and get along. She also had troubles with the lady prior. We were talking the the previous woman throws something us at an incredible speed. I reflexively blocked it with something in my hand.

      It was about 3 ninja stars. They were black, steal or iron. Likely tempered at low Temps to reduce cracking while sacrificing hardness. The stars I held in my hand to block with were all bent sideways around the triangle blades. What she threw at me was something like a thick knife. It was silver in color and 1 or 2 inches wide. What massive strength.

      Our attacker was trying to stop us from digging further about the establishment and was trying to kill us. I tell the book girl to run. She does so to my left. We cover a small distance before she was hit with the silver throwing knife and it struck her in the abdomen, creating a sizable hole that was moist and spreading with scarlet liquid.

      Immediately carry her and jump down the balcony. The building was Square and the whole outer square was surrounded by a balcony on each layer. So I jump down one floor to the one below and ran towards the inside of the building and we were still chased. I jump down another floor and do the same. Around the third time I think that it would use good to jump multiple floors now as I've put a small pattern in her head that though we were jumping then running around. I jumped down all the floors one by one until I got to the bottom.

      On the asphalt ground now I fled with the girl. I wanted her to live. I must! I ran but we were now chased by a miniature racing car that had the attacker from earlier now she had transformed into full demon. I attack the round glass drivers window before we crashed.

      There was now an ambulance here and I rode it with the girl, hoping she'd be saved.


      We changed the scenes but the plot continued. I was by my lonesome now and I was in an open field with tents. It was some kind of outdoor event like a concert or hippie festival.

      Now I was out to crush the organization behind the previous dream. They were a cult that were up to no good and their eyes were everywhere. Even here. A couple of them follows me and I notices this.

      I head into one of the larger tents with a store or something inside. They were also there. X was there, he was one of the members as well. He said that they would get me and began to attack me.

      I jumped on top of him and he aimed his fingers at my eyes. Before he could reach me I gouged both his eyes, a distinct muffled popping sound. He still was laughing and said that he would kill me as long as he was alive and as he went to attack, I grabbed the gun on his waist and popped the 2 shots into both of the family jewels.

      I noticed the cult members surrounding me so I head out the tent to the left entrance. There were other cultists outside still...

      I morphed my body and my gender and they lost track of me. I morphed likened upon a small plant, imps were aroud me describing my current features.


      I was running. Am I running from my dreams? Is that what the nightmare is telling me?

      I'm scared. But what am I really afraid of? I did some digging. It was I guess.. Fear of feeling being not good enough.