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1. Dream about a Renaissance-era castle of sexual perversions. Each day was a new kind, or we found something new, and we as prefects went to tell the program director that something wasn't right. It was supposed to be a school or program or something, where normal, non-perverted behaviors were modeled, and we felt we ought to tell her. We never got a chance, because the dream ended as we were waiting. I was horrified, surprised, intrigued and enthralled all at once, and I am not sure I wanted it to end.

2. Dream about various male friends/past lovers. I kept moving from one bed to another, or I would stay in the same bed but my bed-mate would switch. I was confused, and I wanted my friends to be more than friends, but something was always not quite right, or someone was unsure, or confused, or embarrassed. I wanted them to stay, or I wanted to stay, but they or I always left.

Saturday, May 12, 2012
I was at a school event, but the school was a combination of college and Hogwarts. It was an outdoor thing, and some people from my high school were also there. A friend and I wanted to leave for a while so we went down to the catacombs. It was dark and mysterious, and there were secret doorways and hidden staircases and shadows of moving people that we could only half see. He left to go up one of the staircases to get something or do something he'd forgotten about, and I continued. It was a crazy place, full of darkness and magic and excitement always lurking around the next bend, and when I emerged back into the light and the normal college scene I felt removed, like I no longer belonged, like I knew something beyond what the others could imagine.

During a nap; Saturday, May 05, 2012

An old friend and occasional bedfellow moved back to town, and came over to have a sleepover, as though we were children. He didn’t want to have sex, because he didn’t want to bring up old issues, but he wanted to sleep in my bed and wake up with me. He slept over, and I kept trying to kiss him. Then he turned into a girl, and I noticed that she had a series of rotating metal rings in different patterns where her stomach should have been. It reminded me of those ear piercings people get, the ones that stretch out the earlobe until it’s a huge hole surrounded by flesh. That’s what her stomach looked like; small metal rings around the border, on the same plane as what remained of her stomach, and larger rings on the inside at a right angle to the other rings. I asked her if she was commissioned to play robots in films, and she said she was. I remember wondering how we were going to sleep together now.

1. I was in Jerusalem. I was drowning in a stationary wave. An acquaintance had asked me to get coffee beforehand. She watched me drowning and said it was a shame we couldn't get coffee.

2. Some friends and I needed cars and bread. Only one of us could drive, but we needed two drivers. We also all needed bread, but somehow we couldn't divide the loaf.

3. I 'woke up' inside a movie. I couldn't remember exactly what the plot was, but I knew that my character died. I frantically tried to remember how, so that I could change the outcome.

This is a dream from a while back.
I was in a Nazi-like camp, except in the frame of the Harry Potter universe. Two of my closest friends were with me, as were two characters (Remus and Sirius) from a Harry Potter fanfic. One friend and I were pure bloods—we were put in the back, and treated well (mostly ignored). The half-bloods were in the middle; they were being yelled at and terrified, and uncertain of what would befall them. Remus was in trouble, because the Hitler figure (Umbridge?) found out that Remus was a werewolf and thus not a pure blood. The muggleborns were isolated in a separate chamber. They were forced to wear light blue uniforms, long stretchy shirts, with a symbol on them. They were also unable to walk fully upright—they were being controlled somehow so they couldn’t hold their heads up fully, and were oddly contorted. My other close friend was among them. I woke up as they were being led away. I was trying to figure out how to save her.

Last night (October 21st) I woke up at around 6am from a dream about a cave that led down to the beginning of time. It was a wide spiral staircase of light stone, with candlesticks evenly spaced along the walls. The staircase had been started at the beginning of time, and it led to the beginning of time. No one could travel all the way down, or even close to all the way, because one would be crushed by the weight of time and memory. I was minding a little boy, and I took him down a few spirals for something to do. He wanted to go all the way down but I told him we couldn't. We looked down the space in the middle, and couldn't see an end.
It turned out that the dream was a memory (within the dream) and it was many years later and we were looking back on that experience. The little boy had grown up to become an old grouchy successful businessman.