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The dream began in a European capital city, it was in the middle of the night.
I was hanging out with James and Vagabond and we were just walking around the city, talking to eachother.
The city encompassed us with tall buildings. At the time, we were walking on a road that was going in between two very tall buildings, and as we got to the end of the building and turned the corner, the scenery completely changed.
Following the road beyond the buildings lead us to a huge frozen lake, surrounded by a mountain range; the scenery was very Norwegian.
We walked on the ice until we got to the edge between the ice and water. For some reason, the three of us decided to jump in. On top of that I decided to put my phone on a small sheet of ice to prevent it from getting wet, but as we started swimming, the waves went on the sheet of ice and covered my phone in water. I quickly grabbed it and pulled it out of the water, I think it still worked.

Later on we went to a houseparty. We were sitting around a circular table, that was halfway in a sort of cubby. The sitting area in the cubby is a sort of bench with cushions, while the rest of the table is surrounded by chairs. I was sitting on the cushions with a guy next to me sniffing what I believed to be cocaine.
He was very outgoing and social, and he offered me some but I refused. He insisted and put a teent on the the tip of a knife up to my nose, but I blew air out of my nose to make sure I didn't ingest any of the cocaine. It was quite awkward and people were staring, but I was steadfast in my decision and wasn't embarrased about it.
I then went to another room and found a talking cat, laying on a couch. The cat was black with a white underbelly, with big and unrealistic eyes, like it was a cartoon cat. It was extremely cute.
I quickly realised the cat was a physical manifestation of my subconcious mind, and I was very excited to talk to the cat.
**I was aware that the subconcious mind stores a bunch of information that your concious mind can't necessarily access. I believed that the concious and subconcious minds are like two different minds that could indepedently think. I perceived the cat as a sort of spokesperson for my subconcious mind, so I really wanted to talk to it.**
I asked the cat if it had a conciousness outside of "my conciousness" and it replied with "Yes".
As I spoke to the cat, I would frequently hug it as it was very precious to me. I was very affectionate. It didn't mind me hugging it at all, but it didn't play into it either. It just remained sort of serious.
I also asked why it was hiding information from my concious mind. **Ironically I don't remember the answer**
On top of that I would ask very casual questions like how it was doing, if it was happy, how it perceived the world. I don't remember any particularly negative responses from it but I don't remember any concrete answers either.
The cat was relaxed and seemed generally happy, but I could tell it took it's job as "my subconcious" very serious.

After I finished talking to the cat, I was completely alone. Everyone was gone, including the cat.
The lights inside the house were also turned off, the atmosphere was very ominous. For some reason I knew the house had become haunted.
I was a bit scared but not much.
I walked into the kitchen and continued walking around randomly.
Then I woke up.


**Ok so I'm not a psychologist or dream expert, so I can't be sure of this. But you know how dreaming is a way to connect with your subconcious mind?
Maybe my subconcious mind decided it would allow me to directly talk to it in the dream through the cat. Or maybe it's just something my mind made up and I didn't actually talk to my subconcious mind.
I'm not sure, but it would be cool if it was the former rather than the latter.**

Please comment your thoughts!

Tyson Typer
Caught in a cubicle maze. Placed at the front beside Neil deGrasse Tyson. I read his emails. He dictates replies. He spells out levels of stars. Feel a shine from within. There comes a lull. Silence settles. Boredom soon after. Our combined desk is a table stretching to the edge of a play room. Children enter and run wild. The table between us is filthy. NDG will not let me clean it. It is not our job. We just sit and watch. Spin in my seat. Ride it across the floor. Coworkers join the chairodeo. Cubicles vanish. We spin, roll, crash, laugh. This work is not so bad.

Hide or Flee
We are packed and prepared for an escape long overdue. As the car is loaded we see strangeness in the west. The sky blinks hellish scarlet. Distant booms announce some doom. Machine guns stutter, sputter closer. "Into the house. Hide.," I say. Everyone obeys. To the basement we crawl and cower. Blip. We are packed and prepped for an escape long overdue. As the car is loaded we see strangeness in the west. The sky blinks scarlet. Booms and stutters tromp closer. "Into the house. Hide," I say. But before they can obey I order, "Stop! I think we did it wrong last time. We need to escape. Get in the car. Go!" They obey. We leave the spilt blood sky and the wails of war behind.

Not much lately. Another lonely Valentines day. Kind of sad that that I have someone I could spend it with, but for whatever reason. We're not on speaking terms.In dreams and voices she's very re assuring. I seriously wonder sometimes if I'm schitzophrenic. Maybe I only think I see Jamie driving by, or people that look like her. but they all seem connected. The dreams, The voice, The drive bys. On this the jamie voice says she still feels really bad about how she treated me in the past. I'm always re assuring that I'm ready to hear her out, listen, and forgive.

And my drunken co worker friend decided to rip me off. and extra charge for food and accomidation. well, that wasn't discussed at all vefore or during the time I worked with him. And after all his verbal abuse. I let all my BPD rage out on him in some texts. Me personally, I would never rip a friend off or make them feel unsafe hanging with me. This si one bridge I hope to have burned behind me. I don't think he'll be asking for my help again. I mean friggin Mcdonald's and Wal-Mart keep are more Keep more honest books on what they owe their employees (Just make sure you have all your own copies of hourly records including helping other stores. leaving certain managers extra emails and texts any extra hours)

Oh wait. this is a dream blog.

Jamie 1

I was in the Labrynth place again. Jamie was chasing some guy along a landing who was wearing a football helmet and jersey. I called after her but she chased the guy through a door.

*I did ask Raven to help with the dreams*

Jamie 2

I was with Jamie in a busy street or in a mall. someone familiar was by a window. Me and Jamie stopped to talk to her. It was Raven. We asked her if Raven would officiate our wedding. Raven said yes. (I don't think either of us were lucid.)

Raven wrote back and logged a dream where she was by a video game store and then ran into a couple. She wasn't sure if it was me or Jamie or not. but she tried to change the dream to find us, but was unable. Probably because were already there. She didn't recall any converstation about anyone getting married though.