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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The first thing I can recall is being in my dad’s house,though it does not appear as it does in reality. The time in the dream is6:00A.M., and my alarm has sounded. There are guests besides myself in thehouse, and I am not sure if they woke up naturally or because of my alarm.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The first person I see is my dad, and he is fully dressedand all smiles. He is wearing a pair of what might be light-colored corduroypants, and a multi-colored vest, possibly made of wool, which seems an unusualchoice for indoors. I think he is also wearing his moccasins, which he was fondof in the 1980’s.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Good morning!” he says to me, and I reply the same. The othersin the house are beginning to stir, and unlike my dad they are all sleepy-eyedand not ready for morning. I can see my stepmom over my right shoulder, andbehind me and to the left are cousins Angie and Michael (named Dave in thedream), and some unidentified woman who I think is a friend of my stepmother’s.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Despite the early hour I am excited to be awake, and I havemy SLR camera in hand, ready to take some pictures of the dawn. Indeed it isbrightening to the east, and the colors are striking. I have not seen thesecolors before from a dawn, especially at my current location, and I’m eager torecord the images before they are lost. I recognize the yard outside, includingthe backyard fountain, and that I am in California, though none of the imageryactually exists in real life.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Just as I finish the thought of taking pictures of the dawn,the sky is covered by clouds, and the light is lost. I am disappointed, and Ihunch slightly, a mild sadness over-taking me. My melancholy is short-lived,however, as the twilight brought on by the appearance of the clouds gives wayto true darkness outside, and I can see stars in the sky, their radiance brightenough to give a spectral glow to the garden and the fountain waters, now only visible asdark shapes with the tiniest hint of radiance.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Rubbing her eyes, Angie mutters, “It’s way too early. Wakeme up later.” As she says this she turns to head back to her bedroom, and theothers follow, all but my father. He heads on into the kitchen; a left-turn anda step up from the wide hall we currently occupy.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The entrance to the kitchen is also an open pantry, andshelves line either side, stuffed to overflowing with packaged groceries. Iknow there is a table out of sight in the kitchen but I never can see it. Thewalls are wood, and old, like at my grandmother’s house, a faded yellow paintclinging to the doorway and moldings.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Opposite this pantry is a set of double doors withfull-length windows set in them, squared off every four inches or so, andcovered by white curtains. These curtains are closed at the moment but somehowI can see through to the room behind them, and even out the windows beyond.Outside and to the west the sky is now illuminated with a pale twilight orpossibly early sunset. The illumination is confusing coming from the westthough the time is still early morning. I can see smoke rising from somedistant fire, and though I never see flames the smoke is lit up, colors oforange and pink, as though embraced by the rising or setting sun. I want to seethis, take pictures of it, know what’s causing it, and I set myself the goal offinding a way to do so.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I can’t go through the doors near me, which are locked, butI know I can still get to a place where I can view the scene from if I ventureback down the hall. Walking swiftly, I reverse my course and turn to the leftinto a room which also has a set of double-doors that lead me to a view of theoutside. These are not locked, and I open them with a whoosh.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I realize my mistake immediately, as before me are thesleeping forms of the three houseguests, one on a small sofa or large chair,the other two on soft mattress pads on the floor. All are covered by thick,fluffy comforters, and Angie is muttering in her sleep. Dave is out cold, andhis feet protrude from under his covers, while the woman who is a friend of mystepmother is snoring, and turns from her side onto her back as I stand in thedoorway feeling like an intruder.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The room is dark, and though I was sure I would have a viewof the outside from this room, the only light is coming from behind me, fallingupon the sleeping faces of the three guests. The windows have been draped inlong, white curtains, and though I cannot see additional window coverings thereseems to be no light entering the room, as though the sky outside is pitchblack.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I back out of the room slowly and quietly, doing my best toclose the latch without making any sound. With the door now shut I turn to myright and tip-toe through the room I’m in to yet another door, similar to allthe others except that it is not paired. I turn the handle and begin to walkthrough when I discover that the room I have entered still does not lead me tothe outside. I am faced with a wide room, carpeted and furnished, yet seeminglyforgotten as though an unattended part of the spacious home. Windows made ofsquare glass panes face west, and I can see the smoke still rising, but theimage is slightly distorted by the ancient glass, creating a ripple effect overeverything I can see outside.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Now I’m frustrated. I should have come to the back deck ofthe house, a perfect spot to take pictures and see what is causing the smoke,but every room leads me to nowhere useful. Seeing my task as futile but not yetgiving up, I head back towards the hall where I encountered everyone earlier,and somehow I have picked up a large bag of Cheetos along the way. Feelingsnacky, I take a couple of Cheetos, and munch one as I walk. The other I amstill holding as I again encounter my dad, still dressed in the unusual outfit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Are you hungry? We have a lot of food here.” He eyes thebag of Cheetos I’m carrying.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reply with slight anger. “No, I’m not really hungry. Ijust wanted one. That’s okay, right?!” I’m still holding one Cheeto, bulbousand long. The golden dust covers my fingertips.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“It’s a pretty morning, living here.” he says, and makes asweeping gesture as if referring to the house and the surrounding hillside. “Doyou like it?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I like it just fine,” I reply,” but I want to take picturesof the smoke outside. How can I do that when I can’t get outside or see pastthis tree?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking to my right is a set of windows facing west, and theview would be perfect save for a large tree branch which obscures my view,waving around in the wind and occasionally affording me a small glance of thelandscape beyond.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My dad, turning to some male friend of his who hasmysteriously appeared next to me, says, “It’s great here, you can seeeverything around for miles! You can see all the cities and towns that surroundhere!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“What?!” I shout. “What can you see around here?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You can see Adelaide, Addison, Alta Vista, Burke, Caldwell,Dawson, Howardsville, Westlake, Round Rock, Davis, Sonoma…”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]“Dad, you can’t see any of those places from here! The onlyplace you can see is Howardsville, and that’s no great sight!” **Honestly, I have no idea whatHowardsville is. I think my mind was trying to come up with Pflugerville, whichlies to the north of Austin, but my mind couldn’t wrap itself around the ‘Pf’at the beginning of the name, and so I replaced it with a fictitious town.Honestly, from where I live in Austin, you can’t see any surroundingcommunities, almost the exact opposite of the where my dad lives with asweeping view of the San Francisco Bay Area.**[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On top of my frustration of not being able to see out adecent window, the sky has turned dark again, as though night has fallen. Ithad felt like middle-of-the-day while my dad was expounding the virtue of hishome’s location, but time has passed and darkness has settled in again.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself slipping in to bed, and everything looksnormal as it does now. Just as I’m about to turn out the light I hear a soundoutside the bedroom window, an odd metallic springy noise. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Is that ‘S’ (my son) outside, playing with a Slinky?” I askJen[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Maybe.” She replies, as casually as I had asked.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This is not good, though not terrible. If he is indeedoutside, it means he climbed out his window and is being his usual fun-lovingself, playing a prank on us and trying to make us wonder what is going on.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]“It could be neighborhood kids, though I doubt it at thishour. Should I go make him come inside?” Somehow I don’t seem to be overlyworried about his actions, and I’m just about to turn off the light when I wakeup, and I can hear my son in the bathroom, playing around with the metal blindswhich cover the one window. It’s 7:02A.M. and I have overslept. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The time is mid-afternoon, and though it doesn’t appear tobe a school day my children are not at home. I’m standing in what is normallymy laundry room, but somehow it extends about 10 feet further out to the west,and my view is in line with the sidewalk which normally borders that side of myhouse.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I look out my window, four people walk right through myyard, conversing as they do so that walking through my yard is okay. The firstthree people are young black girls, two younger ones, and perhaps their oldersister. The older one is decently attractive, and has her hair pulled backtightly. She is wearing a white t-shirt, shorts, sandals, and has a dog on aleash. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As she approaches my window, the younger two having alreadypassed, I place my hands on my face and my elbows on the top of washing machineand just stare at her. I wonder what she will do and I’m semi-lucid at thispoint. She walks right up to me, staring into my face at window level, and Ismile at her. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The fourth person walking through my yard is a white woman,following a few feet behind the other three. As the young black womandisappears around the corner and out of view, the white woman starts to pass mycactus garden, and then also moves out of my sight.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Not two seconds later the white woman is in my back yard,and I am not sure if she has climbed the fence or if she came through the frontdoor. This never becomes clear but she does seem friendly, and is looking forcompany. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My laundry room is more a smoking lounge now, similar to howit is in real life. The deck which is attached to it and the structure of myhouse are not the way they appear when I’m awake, and I really enoy theredesign. Wood plank decking and a further extension to the house look nice,and I sit down comfortably.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Don’t worry, you can smoke in here.” I tell the woman. Sherelaxes and lights up a cigarette but it looks like a pipe. We are sitting infolding chairs, like the kind we normally use for outdoor concerts and campingtrips. The room is also more spacious.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Outside the room the wind has picked up and is gustingstrong. Leaves are swirling on the breeze and my hair is blowing about my face.This gets me slightly excited, knowing what such a wind must mean.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I think a storm is coming!” I say excitedly, and I lean outover a railing which previously did not exist. Below me is highway 290 east andI can see a storm cloud a few miles to the east of the house, which is startingto rise over the distant hill.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, I love storms! My new apartment is over there!” thewoman says this in a coy way, knowing my love of storms. She now seems muchmore familiar than she did when she first appeared, and has taken on theappearance of someone I used to know years ago.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The storm cloud is quite ominous looking. The undersideappears to be rolling, like an angry sea, and is the most unusual shade oforange mixed with dark cloud. It almost looks as if the fading light of sunsetis shining on the underside of the cloud, and images from several sci-fi moviesrun quickly through my head. This is often the sign of a strong storm, oftenaccompanied by hail and strong winds. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Now I’m truly excited.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The woman leaves and tells me to catch up to her. I runaround the house, hurriedly get in my vehicle, and follow as fast as I can. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]It doesn’t take long to drive the two or three miles to thehills that appeared on the horizon from my home. The side of the hill facing meis well developed, with several shopping strips, a pizza place, and severalapartment buildings. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m looking forward to taking some pictures of the storms,and I’m almost giddy from being closer to them. The woman, who now seems likemy friend Carla from years ago, has driven behind the pizza place to herapartment building, so I follow. I never park or even exit my vehicle, yetsomehow I am no longer driving and have in fact entered the apartment. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At first, I don’t realize I have arrived at the locationbecause I am standing on a concrete balcony, or slight hill which is paved andhas a railing to prevent someone falling to the grassy retention area below. AsI turn around I finally realize I am in the apartment, and I begin to lookaround.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The apartment is not atypical, though probably a little morespacious than most, and has high ceilings which slant towards the center wall.A fireplace is on the west wall, surrounded on either side by windows. The deckI was on is behind me, and I am facing the middle of the living room and thefront door beyond. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the center of the room, “Carla” is comfortably loungingon the sofa. I start looking around and even peek out the front door, thoughthe only thing I see is a walkway and another apartment building. Some childrenare playing a ways down the sidewalk.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I close the door and walk back towards the sofa. As I do so,“Carla” jumps up and does a little spin, throwing her hands in the air as shedoes. I become aware that I am aroused by this, and even more unusual, I ammale. Looking down I can clearly see an erection making a bulge in my pants.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stride forward and “Carla” lies down on her stomach on thefloor. Her body is incredible, and her tight jeans accentuate her ass and hug it in a way that makes me want to bury my face between her legs. I contemplate lying down on top of her, and even imagine the act ofpulling down her pants and entering her from behind, but I decide I shouldapproach her from the other side. I circle around her and approach her head,the open patio door and deck now behind me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking over my shoulder I realize that anyone on the roadoutside would easily be able to see us, should they look in our direction, yetthis doesn’t bother me. In fact, I think it arouses me more, and I lie downwhere she was, as she gets up and takes off her clothes.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She is more beautiful than I remember her being.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In this moment I become fully lucid, and I want this dreamto go all the way. Too often my sex dreams fizzle at the key moment, and I donot want this to happen, so I tell myself that this time it will work out.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m lying on the floor and very erect (remember that I’mmale in this dream) and I reach for her as she straddles me. It’s a wonderfulsensation as she slides down on top of me, and I notice the feel of her skin onher back, the light sheen of moisture clinging to her body as her excitementrises. My hands go to her hips and I thrust deep into her, feeling my dickthrob as she squeezes me. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I can see out the open patio door and a bolt of lightning appears as I thrust hard, a bright flash that lingers as the air cools following the passage of thousands of volts. This imagery seems to complement my mood and as I stare up at her waves of desire and pleasure wash over me. Her breasts are nice and full, thrusting forward as she arches her back, her eyes closed and mouth agape, begging the sky for air as she gasps in time to my thrusts.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My perspective changes, like a movie camera panning around,and I can see the two of us on the floor as if I was standing near the sofa. Ican see the sliding glass door and deck behind us, and I really like this newview. I think I see a tattoo on her back, but I can’t make it out. She isriding me, head thrown back, and I am too involved in the sensations as she slides up and down onme, wonderful feelings that I still experience even though I no longer seem tobe occupying my body.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The view swirls around again and now I’m staring at her faceand chest, as though a camera is slightly over my left shoulder. She is reachingover her head, pulling her hair off her neck to vent some heat, and like me,she too is caught up in the pleasure of this impromptu union. I love the feel of her hands on me, the tickle of her hair, and her scent is intoxicating.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Sadly, and regrettably, I wake up, and the words,“Carnivorous sex,” echo through my mind, as if they had some special meaning towhat I was experiencing. I am very aroused, and a little bit sad that I didn’tget to finish. Still, the imagery and experience was memorable, and I lookforward to more. [/SPOILER][/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am standing in an office building. The walls are thetypical granite paneling, and lighting is subdued but just enough to be noticedover the ambient light coming in the front windows. I am an agent, for someunknown agency, and I have been discovered in the building. Behind me and to myright is a security agent of the building, dressed in a dark suit, standingwith his hands crossed in front of his stomach. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man talking to me has short blonde hair, and looks alittle like an asshole. He’s thin but not sickly, and wears glasses and awhitish-yellow shirt. He is grinning almost maniacally and seems almost excitedI was caught, because his plans for me are certainly evil.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Take her down to the lower levels, and show her what wehave in store.” The blonde man sneers this last part, as if to emphasize howmuch I will hate it down there.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am led off by the agent and as we wait for the elevatordown I find myself too close to a concrete ledge with no protective barrier.For some reason, my leg is dangling over the side, and I feel slightly anxiousto pull myself back up and prevent my fall. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I kind-of skip over the elevator ride down and suddenly findmyself at the bottom of the tower/office building. I am able to see all thesupport structure for the building, braces and beams, all filling up acavernous basement area which is illuminated by large, rectangular lights andgreen lasers. The lasers are originating from the lights themselves, and I takea moment to ponder their function. It never becomes clear but it looksimportant, and it certainly make an impression. I decide it’s just an oddchoice of decoration and move on.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]x I am not indoors as expected but in an exterior space,hundreds of feet below ground surface, staring up at the tower which is supposedto be one of the tallest buildings around. Looking up at it, the structure isindeed immense, and I find myself in awe of its construction. Somehow thisdoesn’t seem like the torture I expected.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The agent, which had been following me, quietly slips into thebackground, and this seems like a good time to make my get-away. Running alongthe basement level I come to a more inhabited area, surrounded by offices,shops, and an escalator leading up. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Instead of taking the obvious escape route I duck into anoffice on my left. The office is empty, as is the attached conference room andthis suits me as I scramble around frantically looking for the rosemary breadfor the mice. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Scattered around the conference room are several baskets ofsliced bread pieces, all of which are quite yummy. One is a sourdough, anothera multi-grain, but I still can’t find the one I need. After searching throughfour baskets I finally come to the basket I need, which contains a variety ofbread I identify as rosemary. It has the appearance of a sourdough loaf slicedinto ½-inch pieces, all buttered and covered in herbs. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I taste a couple pieces, and it is quite good. Rememberingthat the mice need this bread I grab a half-dozen pieces and shove them in oneof the pockets of the smock I am now wearing. With nothing further to keep me here I run out of the office and downthe hall.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I reach the end of the hall I find myself in the thirdaisle of a toy store. My daughter is here and she is cutting out pictures froma catalog, some sort of project for school. The pictures she is cutting are oftoys she likes as well as images of babies, and I offer to help. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Taking up the scissors I begin to cut. There seem to be alot of people around and their commotion adds to the frantic feeling of the situation,and I cut faster. I know this is somehow important but I don’t recall herhaving this project assigned in school. Fortunately, the dream ends before Ibecome more impatient with my inability to cut a straight line.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]I attempted to find some good images for this post but my kids are always around, so just use your imagination.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have gone to camp, and the summer camp is located in myson’s middle school. Various older ‘teens’ are tasked with showing everybody totheir rooms, and I am led with a group of people down a hall which wouldnormally be located by the counselor’s offices in the middle school. The hallis painted grey and is lit by fluorescents which bring no life to the area. Iand four others are directed to the right and into what appears to be abathroom. It too is dimly lit and painted grey, though one wall has texturedwallpaper. There are several stalls along the back wall, and I guess that I ambeing led here to use the bathroom, which seems fine because I need to a littlebit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To my surprise the stall isn’t a bathroom but my room. Thewalls are wider than a normal stall, and the open space is filled with a widebed. One odd feature remains; there are still handrails on the walls, as ifstalls for handicapped users have been converted. “Oh. Okay.” are my onlyconscious thoughts on the subject.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Next to my stall are other stalls, all occupied with variouspeople, and some are co-ed. I happen to not be in a co-ed one and my roommateis OpheliaBlue, of DreamViews. We are both excited to be rooming together and weboth look forward to camp fun.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have my back to the open door and for some reason I hadstarted taking off my clothes, possibly because I thought the stall was goingto be a bathroom. “Is everyone going to just stare at me?” I say, turningtowards the open door. Fortunately no one is around any longer and only Opheliais watching me undress. I’m fine with this, mostly because she is also female,but partly because I realize it’s time to go to bed.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Ophelia has long red-hair in this dream, a recent dye-job that looks amazing, and when I see her she is doubled-over, resting her chest on her legs, her breasts slightly squished against the top of ther thighs. She is wearing nothing, and I ask her how long it has been since she dyed her hair from its normal black. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]"About a week now, " she replies. "Do you like it?"[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]"I do, very much!" I tell her, and I'm captivated by her body.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Climb in!” she calls to me, holding up the covers with onehand. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Do you mind if I do?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No, come on.” She replies, and I slip in under thecomforter and sheet. It feels nice and soft in the bed, and we snuggle closetogether.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Noticing how close we are, and how much both of us don’tseem to mind, I begin touching her hand, walking my fingers along her wrist andarm. She smiles at me, and soon we are both touching each other, leading up toa strong embrace. Holding each other feels good and we do the next thing whichcomes naturally, kissing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Her lips are full, not thick, and soft, a pleasant sensationas my tongue dances with hers. This bed within a stall seems like an odd placefor passion but it doesn’t stop us. My hand snakes behind her head and playsaround with her neck and hair, while hers is along the side of my neck andmoving down. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I feel her hand on my breast and I kiss her harder, deeper,and grind my body into hers a little, allowing our heat to mingle and forcingher hand deeper. Occasionally one of us lets out a little moan of pleasure, andwe seem to be feeding off the desire of each other.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I break our embrace and move my face down her chest, whereher nipples are exposed and erect. I kiss her left nipple, smile a little, andplace my mouth directly on it and begin sucking and teasing the tip with my tongue.Ophelia arches her back and rises to meet my mouth, inviting me to continue andbring an arm behind her, adding support for our activities.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Just when everything was getting really hot and exciting, weboth find it is time to get up and go to class, or lunch, or some appointmentwhich never evolves as an idea. Ophelia leaves, though I can’t recall if sheput on a shirt. I remember her black bra as she left, and a glance she madeover shoulder towards me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Realizing that everyone is gone and will be busy for sometime I decide it must be time to go looking for some important item, some kindof talisman that is hidden in another camper’s belongings. I head out from mystall, turn left and make my way to the room at the end of the hall, a muchwider room than mine with a couple beds in it, as well as furniture more suitedtowards a girl’s bedroom.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk past the bed, which is neatly made, and head towardsthe white dresser beyond. I begin digging through the drawers, looking througheach for something important, but I don’t find anything. I become aware thatI’m digging through the wrong set of drawers, and I turn to check the smalltable-drawer behind me. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This drawer is also wooden, but seems unfinished, incontrast to the white painted chest I was looking through previously. On top isa lamp with a shade, and this is resting on a lace cover to protect the top ofthe drawers.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside I find paper, a pen, some light bulbs, a replacementlight fixture for an absent chandelier, and some feminine pads, but none ofthese are what I’m looking for. I get angry, and frustrated, not finding whatI’m looking for, and I storm back down the hall to my own stall. Here I beginlooking through Ophelia’s belongings, but again I find nothing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At this point I feel it is time to get back in bed, and Istart to, but I notice someone nearby who is in their bed and they are veryitchy. The girl is scratching viciously, and is attempting to contort into themost impossible positions to resolve her itch.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I lie down on the bed, and think that someone else must haveput itching-powder in the girl’s bed, when I discover there is a grainy powderin my bed as well. It looks like cayenne pepper, or a light-colored paprika,but it’s grainier, like powdered garlic. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At first I kind-of dismiss the powder, knowing that I cansee it and it will not affect me, but as I lie down I conclude that I reallyneed to handle this situation, as the realization comes to me that everyone inthe camp now has this powder in their bed. Soon those people will return totheir beds, and they won’t be happy.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I get up and stride with purpose down the hall, this timeheading the opposite direction from before. I make my way around a couple ofcorners and at last find the culprits, two of the boys in the camp holding abag and giggling like assholes.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]One of the boys turns out to be a guy named Adam, one of theclose friends of the neighbor-boy down the street. I remember him as he lookedin his teens and it’s no surprise that he pulled this prank. He always was anasshole.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I confront him as an adult facing down a teen who hasclearly done something bad. “What did you think you were doing?! Do youunderstand that this could hurt some people?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Adam shrugs and doesn’t seem terribly remorseful butapologizes and says he will go clean up the mess. I let him go and start towalk back to my bed/stall when I remember my urgency from before. I still havenot found the important item, and much is riding on me finding it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]With the sudden decision that it’s better to say sorry andapologize after-the-fact than to own up to not finding the item, I leave theschool/camp in a hurry and run outside to catch the bus, which is alreadydeparting. It’s a charter-style bus, and there’s no way I can catch it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Stop that bus!” I yell towards the Hobbits, which are alsodoing their best to catch the bus. Samwise Gamgee lands on top of the bus andpeeks upside down at the driver from the roof, which alerts the driver we areall running to catch up. He stops abruptly, and as we are about to board thebus the dream ends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m driving along a road, though I’m not sure where this is.I’m seemingly in the middle of nowhere, no identifying features in sight. Theroad is paved with dark asphalt, and either side is a flat landscape, mostlygreen grass. The sky is grey and I can’t see beyond the horizon.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The vehicle I am in comes to a cliff edge, though stillthere are no identifying features to help me figure out where I am. The roadmakes a sharp descent over the cliff and spirals down the side in a verticalmanner. This road is impossibly steep,and spirals down for a long distance. I’m glad that I am in a rental vehiclebecause I don’t believe my SUV could handle the very narrow walls or roadway,or the low clearance. I can’t believe a road was made like this.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The spiral ends like the way it began, suddenly, and nearlyvertically, which would be impossible to transverse for most vehicles. Thevertical road intersects a horizontal road which leads to a vista of the ocean,surrounding mountains, and beautiful landscapes, and I realize I am in Hawaii!Immediately everything is in super-bright color and vivid detail, and I standthere looking around in awe of the scene.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I follow some other tourists towards the obviousdestination, a boat that is designed to show the local area to visitors. I walkout and I am on an open deck, the air around me is warm and the breeze isstrong. The boat moves out in to the water, though it never gets very far fromshore. Off to my left is a giant tanker, and as I pan my head right I can seehundreds of boats moving swiftly in a traffic lane, or some organized line ofboat traffic. The boats vary in size, shape, and function, and even ahelicopter is sputtering along on the water’s surface, which seems normalenough.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Many of the boats are spewing quite a bit of smoke, and atone point I thought there was a fire aboard a boat or two, but it turned out tojust be an incredible amount of thick black smoke.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I pull out my digital camera and take a few pictures. Thehills to the left, the sky and water, the boats, it’s all very colorful and Iwant to show it off.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Behind me and around the deck are rows of seats, and Ialternately sit in one and stand to take occasional pictures. At one point Iget up and start to grab the camera of the man next to me, which is on thefloor, and clearly not a digital like mine. I immediately apologize, tellingthe man, “I’m very sorry! My camera is just like this, and even the flash, butI left them back in the vehicle. Normally I would be taking pictures like thiswith that camera.” He seemed to understand, and turned back to converse withthe man next to him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The boat returns to shore and I walk off, wondering what I’mgoing to do now. I look out and up and the landscape is a total tourist trap. Alarge waterslide dominates the hill in front of me, and I walk towards theamusement park. I don’t recall seeing it before the boat ride but here it is. Iturn around and look to my right and I can see shops and a city hundreds offeet below the hilltop that all this fun is located on. I walk back in thedirection of the boat, or docking area, and I encounter a group of people whoseem especially interested in one man in the center of their group. I recognizehim immediately as James Bond, but he now has long hair which is pulled backinto a ponytail. He appears to be in excellent shape, and slightly taller thanin the movies. His physical age looks like someone in their late 40’s or early50’s who has been taking care of themselves. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I recognize you! You’re James bond! I love your movies! I’dreally just like to…shake your hand.” At first he seems reluctant to shakehands, as though he has been doing it all day, and perhaps he was expecting meto ask for something more. When I don’t request anything else he finally shakesmy hand. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]While we were outside we are now inside some room where hechanges his outfit slightly, to something more appropriate for outdoors. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You want to see something? Come with me, I’ll show yousomething.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He leads me out of the room and to a river, or water chute,where he has me climb behind him on to a jet-ski type of machine, though atfirst I think we’re still on land. We take off at a fast rate of speed and nowwe are on a wide, slow-moving river, headed upstream. The pace is incredibleand I struggle to keep hold and not lose grasp of my camera. The scenery isbeautiful![/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We leave the city and the amusement area behind and proceedfurther in to the hills, all of which are lush with greenery. On some, whatappears to be fir trees cover the hillside, and among them hikers and outdoorenthusiasts can be seen enjoying the beautiful landscape. Even more bizarre isthat some hills have snow on them, some are top-covered and some have patchesof snow all the way down to the waterline. I attempt to take several picturesand some come out and some do not. My shutter is working slowly and does notcatch every image timely. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]On my right and in some valley below us we pass a school,and perhaps a church or cemetery, though I never see any graves. It matters not;I’m too busy being in awe of how beautiful and lush Hawaii is. I’m takingpictures left and right, wanting to show everyone back home that Hawaii isnothing like what we see on television. As I understand it, Mr. Bond has brought me up a river and deep in tothe region to show me the real island treasure, something tourists never get tosee.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I understand why people live here, and why it’s one of thecalmest urbanized areas in the nation. I contemplate staying.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The ride takes some considerable time, and we pass numeroushills and valleys, all of which are some of the most vivid colors I have everseen. When we at last come to the end of the ride we are on a high hilloverlooking Honolulu. Beyond the city I can see the ocean and the mountainstypically seen in postcards and movies.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]James Bond dismounts the vehicle and steps on to a woodendeck and continues on in to what appears to be a motel room or somethingsimilar. I get off the vehicle and look around for a second. We are no longeron water when the ride stops but as I approach the motel area I feel like I ambeside a canal, or on some wharf. The lighting is dim, and the area seems seedyand unsavory, like one might expect from a dark alley in Venice at night orsome fishing community where people shut their doors and windows to avoiddrunken types.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk up to James who is on the sidewalk outside the roomand I suddenly find myself face-to-face with a beautiful young brunette woman,and she stares right in to my eyes. There is an odd mix of attraction and fearin her eyes, and she runs on past me. She is dressed in a pink nightgown thatdoesn’t reach her knees but doesn’t look smutty either.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She disappears around the corner about fifty feet down fromus and James asks me if I want to follow. I nod and he says, “Yeah, you do, Ican tell.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We run to the corner where we last saw her and make anabrupt turn to our right. The hall becomes dark, but it clearly leads up to adoor which I take for a bathroom. “Ha!” I think, we know where she is now, thiswill be easy! [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reach for the door and yank it open, but excitement turnsin to shock as I see the woman is held around the neck by a large, surly manwith bad teeth. He is holding a large knife and is clearly upset, and angry atour intrusion. He must be who she was running from and he must have corneredher here, or this is what I believe at the moment.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In a moment of bravado I grab for his wrist, attempting togain control of him and his weapon, but he is faster than I expected and heeasily sidesteps this move. He regains composure and lunges forward with theknife, and I have to duck swiftly to avoid a deep penetrating stab. He pullsback and I start to come up, and again he stabs forward with the knife, and itis pointed right in my face.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Easy!” I manage to say. “I don’t want to be stabbed in theface! Calm down!” At this point I realize he has me at a disadvantage and Imust wait for another opportunity. Oddly enough James Bond is nowhere to beseen and I feel abandoned. This is going to be really tough if I have to takeon this guy by myself, and the girl will suffer along with me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am staring down the length of the knife, waiting while theangry man decides what to do. Behind the man is a view of a bathroom across thehall, and this opening is draped with a shower curtain. Behind the curtain andunseen by the angry man I can see James Bond coming up behind him, about tostrike him hard with a blunt object, and my spirits are momentarily lifted.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Mr. Bond makes his strike, but somehow the angry man becomesaware of the attack and strikes him in the neck with his knife. He pulls it outand James’ hand immediately goes to the wound. Bright red blood sprays out, andstarts pouring down his neck and shirt as he collapses at my feet. He appearsmortally wounded, and this is when everything seems really grave.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look down at his figure and then kneel down to help him.Something about the whole situation seems really familiar, and though I shouldbe horrified at this scenario I am no longer afraid. In fact, I am amused, andthe whole dream borders on lucidity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m holding him up slightly from the floor, staring at thebright red blood, and then I lean in and whisper, “You can stop now. I saw allthis on Bourdain.” The familiarity of the situation becomes apparent to me as Irealize this whole scene had once played out on Anthony Bourdain’s show, NoReservations, which airs on the Travel Channel.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He doesn’t seem to realize what I’m saying and again Irepeat, “I saw all this on Bourdain.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He starts to get up, and he tells the angry man, “You canstop now.” The angry man releases the woman and loses all trace of hostility.The whole scene had been created for my benefit, an amusement made most real. Ihad felt threatened and was prepared to do whatever was necessary to defuse thesituation, up until I realized that Mr. Bond was using a corn-syrup packet toappear like fake blood on his neck.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]It was very impressive, and I felt a little bad that I hadended the scene. James walks off and out of the room, slightly dejected.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk out of the room, also, and back towards the way wehad come from. I have to descend a stairway to get back down, though it had notbeen there before. Each stair is pastel-colored, pink, blue, and yellow, an oddcolor-scheme.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the bottom of the stairs and to my right is an opendoorway. Inside the doorway is a large drier with its door open, and sittinginside the drier is a beautiful young woman in a medium-dark green outfit,curled up and watching TV. I pass on by but then think perhaps I have hadenough of James Bond and I would rather spend it with the girl in the drier. Iturn around and head back to her and I’m about to ask if I can join her companywhen I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in California, visiting my dad with my son and daughter.We have gone someplace for the day, and have now decided to go look around thebay for scenic moments. We are in Oakland somewhere and come to a pullout, oroverlook, and as we get to the edge we can see the water and all the ships init, including a cargo ship and an aircraft carrier. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My dad says, “Let’s go take a look!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We go down to water level, somehow, possibly by convenientelevator. When we arrive at dock level I can see the port of Oakland on myright side, though it seems to have much less to do with cargo than usual, andall the cargo cranes are not present, only a few remain. Tied to the dock farto my right is an aircraft carrier, towering above us, and loaded with planes.This is the ‘wow’ moment. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When I was young I would walk down to the Navy breakwater inAlameda and watch the carriers from only a few hundred feet away. They were bigand powerful, cities to themselves. When the Naval Air Station closed thecarriers left, along with all the planes and support personnel. I was alwayssad to see them go.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’m looking at how big and shiny and colorful the aircraftcarrier is and how good the sky looks behind it. It seems the Navy has become alittle progressive with their color schemes and instead of just the plain greyof most ships this carrier has been updated with accents of black and red thatmake the carrier look powerful and swift. I decide I want my film camera instead of mylittle digital, which I left in the car, back up the hill. I tell my dad, “Ireally want my camera; I’m going to go back and get it.” He says, “Yeah, I think I want my camera,too.” He accompanies me back to theelevator and we ride up to get our cameras.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]At the top I walk out and I am standing in a dirt parkinglot. The dirt is fine and almost sandy, but not deep. Behind me where thescenic vista was is now a series of shops and other small buildings, none morethan five stories in height. The buildings are mostly made of concrete and lookold. The time is late afternoon and manyof the local workers are emerging, preparing to go home, and some appear toalready be toasted. Many are dressed in sailor outfits, though they don’t seemout of place despite us being some distance from the water. At some point I believe I have a conversationwith one of them.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have come home from California, and I’m happy to be home.Jen is happy we are home also, though my kids don’t seem to be around. Theliving room of the house is different than normal. The structure of the houseis different, the walls have texture, and even the orientation of furniture is changed.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I walk out the back door with her and our storage room isoff to the left upon exit, and beyond it is a lot of brush. Jen decides tobreak some and starts a small fire in the outdoor fire pit/hearth (which doesnot exist in real life), and I break a few branches myself. Then I realize thatas the fire grows it will burn the plants and dead branches piled above thehearth, and I begin pulling down and breaking the material so it won’t start auncontrolled fire. Jen gives me anexasperated look as I put some branches on and stand them vertically so theywill catch, telling her, “You have to stand them up, like this, to make themcatch fire.” This prompts the eye-rolling from her, and she moves the firearound with a stick. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]We come inside and she is on the far side of the kitchen,handling some task. I am still near the back door which now has a window to theleft of it when facing the back door. This window is not made of glass, or ismissing the glass, and instead has a thick plastic sheet in place, and I feel adraft coming around it. I inspect it more closely and discover it is notattached at the bottom, and pushing on it allows even more cold air to come in.The push also reveals a hidden pocket of snow, collected in the window and notyet melted, which I reach for. The snow is mixed with small leaves and grass,and it’s cold, but fluffy. I turn around to show everyone and a friend of myson is standing there, and he asks, “Is it cold? Can I touch it?” I throw it at him, and it lands on hisjacket. I feel pretty good about this and throw a little more at him, which hetakes in good stride.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I notice by looking out the back window that the fire isgetting high, and needs to be brought down, so I go outside to handle this. Thetrees above the fire are getting singed and one of the trees is actually onfire. These are thin trees, perhaps twelve feet in height at their top, and allare young fruit trees. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head for the water faucet by the back door, turn on thewater to a medium flow, and begin spraying the trees with a mist to extinguishthe fire and protect them, while hopefully not dropping too much on the fire itself.Sadly, I use too much and the fire is diminished to a smoldering heap, but itis still burning and that’s what I wanted.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I go back inside, I believe, and walk up to the front of thehouse briefly, or perhaps not briefly, time and motion seemed to blend here. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Again I look out the back and now the yard is super-long,perhaps several hundred feet. On the right of the property is a long,chain-link fence, which just ends towards the back of the property. The firehas been moved out to the end of the property, and is in a large tank offiberglass, or heavy plastic, with ports on the side. I run because again thefire is out of control, sending flames and sparks some 25 feet in the air, andI don’t want the attention of the fire department. I turn on the hose, but thistime it is heavier, and longer. I realize that Jen has attached a second hoseto the first one so it can reach all the way to the back of the property. I runwith the sluggish hose filled with water and finally reach the fire pit, but asI arrive the fire is extinguished by several guys hanging out in the back yard.They have put out the fire using a fire-protection system that is mounted alongthe back side of the container. It consists of several vertical supports towhich large buckets are attached, each filled with water. Each bucket is blue,cylindrical in shape, and about two feet wide and four feet tall, and opensfrom the bottom to allow a dousing effect. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The container, or fire pit, is now filled with water whichsloshes back and forth. It is dirty and filled with ash, and one of the guys isin the water, trying to gain his footing. He apparently activated the system,though I wasn’t sure why he was in the pit at the time.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I explore the rest of the end of the yard here, and when Ilook towards the house it seems really far away. When I look out away from thehouse I see that the yard ends not far from where the fence ends, and becomes asloped piece of earth which leads to a street where many new homes are beingconstructed. The road is dirty, as is common around construction sites and Ican see the tire tracks of the vehicles in the dust.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To my left, when facing out, a house is being constructed,and it appears to be encroaching on my property, and I say, “It was nice ofthem to ask if they could build here.” Suddenly I have doubt in my mind. Didsomeone ask? I can’t recall.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]From the street a vehicle approaches, turns down the hilland comes towards me. It is not a fancy vehicle, nor new, but the owner ordriver steps out and walks up. He is dressed in white clothes, not quite asuit, but more western in appearance. He walks and talks business.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I want to buy your truck, he tells me.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My truck? I’m not quite sure what he means. I turn aroundand the fire container has become a red truck body, and for some reason this iswhere the fire was built. The truck is old; possibly a late 70’s or early 80’smodel. There is a cab piece, a large bed from the truck, and a hood. Theproportions of all these truck parts are abnormal, possibly three or four timeswhat they would normally be. Despite their large size they are lightweight, andcan be moved easily. I pick up the bed and turn it upside down, and it is now coveringme like a cave. I back out and move the other pieces, to block the yard fromaccess. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“It’s not for sale, I don’t think.” I tell the man.“Besides, it’s not mine. It belongs to Jen.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man dismisses me and starts to walk towards the house,and I tell him to stop. At first he ignores me, and I tell him, “You won’t getanywhere unless you talk to me first.” He is still walking and I hold up myhand and start counting fingers, backwards, “Five, four, three, two…” The man turns around and walks back. “Okay,I’ll listen.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]“The truck belongs to Jen, and has been part of the familyfor a long time.” He gives me a sidewaysglance. “I can take you to her but I need to talk to her first.”[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I get up from my seated position and am about to movetowards the house when I notice a couple of people have walked up, and they areheaded towards the stairway to my right (as I face the back of my house). Theback of the yard has morphed in to a room, and I am perched on the back of asofa which occupies part of an interior room with a fireplace, a large mirror,a couple of tables, and the previously mentioned stairway. The people, whoappear to be teenagers, proceed up and out of sight around a bend in thestairwell. This stairway wasn’t there just moments ago and I realize the house nextdoor has been built surprisingly fast. As I’m pondering its origin anothercouple walks up, a man led by a woman, and she is only wearing panties. She isan attractive women in nearly every way, tall and thin, tan skin, and longbrown hair. Her breasts are exposed, and the man I am with is staring veryintently at her breasts. They have beautiful fullness but her nipples appearinverted, and have the shape of lotus flowers, as If the flesh has beenterribly mutated or mutilated. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She walks by and out of sight up the stairs, and I say, “Didyou see that? Her nipples? They’re all gross!” I’m slightly mad, slightly bewildered,and very confused. “And where do all these people keep coming from? Why arethey in my back yard?!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man had indeed seen her breasts, and had been staring ather with obvious lust on his face as he also stared at her ass. “Letch!” I callhim, and turn away. He seems unfazed by my comment and did not appear botheredby the shape of her nipples.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I don’t dwell on this and I walk back up to my house, whichis either closer now or I skipped over the walking part. To the right of myback door is the back door of another house which has now been built directlyagainst mine, and I say, “What the hell? When did this get here? Why did theybuild so close?” Indeed they are close, and to make it worse both houses now sharethe storage room to my right. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Confused and upset, I walk inside, through the kitchen, andon in to the living room. A party has been going on and there are guests in thekitchen and dining area, which I slip past. In the living room I find Jen, leaningdown in the closet near the front door, rummaging for something. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Honey? There’s a man here to see you. He wants to buy thered truck out back. “ [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She stands up and turns around. We walk into the middle ofthe living room and from nowhere Riley S. appears. He is in his Boy Scoutuniform and is overly cheerful, standing boldly with his hands on his hips,arms bent out to either side. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m here to introduce the man!” he proudly announces.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]His scout uniform is covered in patches, each about threeinches squared, and these are all his merit badges. Suddenly the man appearsnext to him, and he is dressed similarly, covered in patches and fullyuniformed. He places his hand on Riley’s shoulder and says, “I’ve got this,son.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I turn to Jen and say, “Here is the man. He wants to buy theirtruck. He is not related to Riley, and is also not part of the Scouts. Oh, andhe’s a letch.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Again the man seems unfazed by this and asks if he can buythe truck. In a very pleasant voice Jen tells him it is not for sale, and hasbeen in the family for a long time. It’s special to her, and I begin to wonderwhy she had allowed a fire to be placed in it. Still, it’s not my truck, soit’s none of my business.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This part may have occurred before the California dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I remember looking over all my cassette tapes, with theintention of playing one of them. This is an odd moment in the dream because Irecognize that cassettes are no longer in style, let alone production. Despitethis I am excited to play a tape of good music for…someone. I have the feelingI want to play music for someone but I don’t know who it is now. I am alsoexcited because I am using the cassette player my dad had when I was a kid,which I liked very much. It had lots of buttons and dials, and a VU meter foreach channel.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I recall, after the house dream, looking through somecomputer files for “The Death File.” I do not recall why I was looking for thisnot what it was connected to but it seemed important. I am standing over acomputer with an older-style monitor that displays yellow-lettering. I amclicking through a list of files and looking for the one I want.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Lucid Dreaming has entered my mind but in an unexpected way.

I am in the desert, possibly Utah or somewhere around the Great Salt Lake basin. There is nothing that identifies where I am but I recognize the scenery from real life as a familiar place. Behind me is a domed rock, or structure, out in the middle of this flat basin and I am standing in front of it with an ax. I bring the ax down swiftly right into the number 20,000, which represents a Lucid Dream and possibly Hall Points as well. The number smashes and releases color sprites and a burst of light, a colorful shower that appears beautiful and tacky at the same time.

My perspective suddenly shifts and I can see the burst of color over my shoulder. I'm viewing myself from outside a vehicle, and I can see the scene through the windshield and out the back window of the car. I am in the car with two other people, neither of whom I recognize or focus on, though I think one of them wears glasses. The car is something heavy and powerful, like a Dodge Charger, and is a creme or white color. I start the car and drive away, and the dream ends.


*I really should have gone to bed before 4A.M.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m following someone, a female friend, and she leads me into a restaurant and on through to the backroom. I was under the impression thatthey needed help and that it might be fun to give assistance. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The room I walk in to is not a restaurant kitchen, but somesort of manufacturing warehouse. The walls are high but appear to be made ofclay or concrete, unusual for such a spacious room. Some of the equipment andwork stations appear like an old glass-blowing factory. In the ceiling there isa slow-moving vent fan that does little to alleviate the heat, though I see noopen flames or extreme sources of heat. I know it feels warm yet no one appearssweaty, though everyone is dressed for warm temperatures, overalls and shortsleeve shirts. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The woman continues on past several stations and passes aman whom she speaks to briefly about me, then walks past him and out of mysight. The man, who is brown –skinned like a man from India and has dark hairapproaches me, and I begin to take off my shirt. I am not sure why I am takingoff my shirt but it appeared right at the time. The man is holding up a leadvest, and says, “The first thing we need to do is get the lead vest on you. It’llkeep you safe.” This is when I realize that there is indeed fire and heatinvolved in working in this room, and the vest this man is offering me will donothing to protect 85% of my body. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I start backing away from the man, attempting to get myshirt back on. I become indignant and say, “No way! Who do you think you are?Do you realize who I am?!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk away from him hurriedly and the location shifts to alarge home, almost palatial, perched on a hillside. The building is white, butnot brightly so, and has multiple levels and terraces with terrific views ofthe surrounding countryside. I am inside and holding a drink, and I am royalty.I also appear to be masculine, an unusual role in my dream, but I am talkingwith someone who is perhaps an advisor. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man I am talking with is telling me about somethingmundane, an upcoming appointment or business affair which I must attend. I callhis attention to a woman standing among other people in the home, a beautifulwoman who appears in her mid-twenties, standing with her back to me, part of agroup of women who appear to be servants and various…guests? He tells me thatshe belongs to the Jade Dragon, and the mark on her back denotes that.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The Jade Dragon mark denotes someone who is very importantand is a special mark. The person with such a mark is feared and revered, asshe can bring fortune or pain. My advisor doesn’t tell me this but somehow Iseem to know it innately.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Everybody leave!” I command. “Everybody out!” I have myadvisor and all the other women leave the room, and because I am king they allfollow my orders. “Except you.” The beautiful woman stays, and I come closer toher.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This woman is naturally beautiful. She appears to be Asianin heritage. Her skin glows as it is illuminated by the torches in the room,which weren’t there just moments before. Her hair is dark and full, flowing butnot longer than her shoulders. There are hints of auburn in her hair, but shedoesn’t color it. Her skin is tan and glistens, almost like she has beenrecently wet or rained on. Her smile is natural and comes easy to her face, butdoesn’t look overly toothy or fake. Her eyes are dark, possibly brown, but itis hard to tell in the dim light of the room.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She fills me with light. She is warmth. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On the woman’s back is the mark of the Jade Dragon, visiblebecause her gown is open in back, low-cut but not so low as to be overlyrevealing. The mark consists of raised lines, almost like thick scars, in theshape of a serpent climbing up her back with its head near her right shoulderblade. Surrounding the serpent is the shape of a shield, or marker, a shapewhich denotes the crest of the Jade Dragon and symbolizes power that issupernatural. I can only see three-quarters of the mark as part of her gownhanging over her left shoulder hides part of the mark.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I talk to her, and we get along instantly, and it hasnothing to do with me being king. Her face lights up as I talk to her, asthough no one has been kind to her in many years, and she doesn’t feelthreatened by me. Conversation flowsnaturally, and we end up lying on the floor and talking over drinks. A fire isburning behind us, and I can see the hearth over her back, slightly blurry inthe background of my vision. I am concentrating on her.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am no longer king, but merely a person trying to know thewoman before me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] I want to kiss her,to touch her, and various erotic thoughts do enter my mind, but I do none ofthese things with her, and we are connecting on a deeper level even withoutspeaking. It feels like we both need each other.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I talk to her I discover she does not know what wordsare. She knows how to speak, she knows that language exists, but she has neverseen words, nor has she been exposed to writing. I promise to teach her and sheis genuinely pleased. I feel glad I can help her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She wonders why people treat her so, why people shun her andfear her. People turn her away from their shops and it hurts her feelings, butlife has always been such. I find it hard to fathom also, and clearly none ofthe local people have ever taken time to know her beyond myth. She is caringand compassionate, gentle in spirit, and happiness finds her easily when she isshown kindness. It’s painful to think she has been dealt such injustice, likecaging a beautiful animal in a prison that has no bars.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Talking to her makes me feel warm inside, and even magical,like first love. I am aware she has special abilities but they are neverrevealed in the dream. I feel connected to her like on one else has ever mademe feel, and it has nothing to do with her stunning beauty, nor the wine wedrink, nor the visibility of so much of her back. It’s as if we should haveknown each other for years, centuries, perfect pieces of a puzzle made for two,only now finding each other.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I want to know more.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’m in a bus with my son filled with students from hismiddle school, but they look like high school students. It is at least 3:30P.M.,and the bus is driving south on Lamar Blvd. near Shoal Creek. We pass a building/housethat is on fire on the 2[/SIZE][SIZE=2]nd[/SIZE][SIZE=3] floor and I remark that it is still onfire. I believe I had seen it, perhaps passed by it, earlier in the dream, butthis may be a false memory. We continue along the road and I begin talking witha girl in front of me, and then I have some words for a nearby boy. I can’tremember what I said to the girl but I told the boy something in a very frankway, possibly something hurtful. I even thought about why I was saying what Isaid in a mean way, yet decided to continue saying it. The boy got up, cried,and wandered off. He was skinny, had glasses, and sort of wavy dark hair. Thegirl, who turned out to be a cheerleader, got mad at me and said, “Thanks a lot!He was one of the nice ones!” and she left.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Just remembered when I sat down on the bus with my son hestarted talking to a cheerleader and I was impressed he was talking to such apretty girl so casually, and comfortably, and he wasn’t awkward or shy. She wasreplying to him and he told her that she was, “…such a dumb bitch.” And she wasjust “really dumb.” I was now equally impressed and dumbfounded that he wouldsay this to her face, such a pretty and nice-sounding girl. I never got todwell on this in the dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Somehow we ended up in a flat-bottomed ferry-boat on theriver in Austin, which was bigger than usual. It was operated by a hefty, shortblack lady, who turned out to be Nell Carter. She had made her home on the boatand was using it to ferry people across the river, which somehow seemed a lotwider than normal. Outside the boathouse, on the aft deck, was a shallow pool,or fountain. The interior of the boathouse had chairs, plants, cabinets, andmap drawers along the walls.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]We cruised around on the boat for some time, taking considerabletime to get from one side of the river to the other. I recall chasing mydaughter around the boat, inside and out. She was younger in the dream,perhaps 2 or 3 years old, but Iperceived her as being 10 months old or so, and capable of decent speech. Myson was not aboard. After catching up to her (still chasing) I was talking withher and she asked me, “Why did we stay in the overflow annex for Aquafest for10 months?” I started to reply and then remembered she wasn’t alive back then.How could she know about that? We had indeed lived in the annex for 10 months,when I was a kid, but I didn’t even remember it because I had been little. Iremarked to the people in the room, “She’s right, but how could she know that?”(these are all false memories) I decidedit was important to look through the map drawers and found some maps thatseemed significant, and Nell Carter thought so also. Another person on the boatwas also looking at the maps and seemed worried about what they meant.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dream-shift happens here.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Suddenly we were interrupted by a gang of mean men. Therewere skinny white guys and very large black guys, all wearing menacing leatherwith points and spikes. We (the group I was in) all picked up knives thatseemed to be lying around on the floor and prepared to defend ourselves. Thebad guys had knives also, and weren’t afraid to use them. We started facing offagainst different people and I took out a skinny guy and then another mid-sizedguy, and then I was left facing the giant black thug all by myself. He pulledout a knife that was more machete than anything, shiny and sharp. He tended to move stereotypically slow, and Inoticed I was wielding a heavy-handled 5” knife that had a nice heft to it. Ithrew the knife at him and it stuck in his chest, deep, but not completelyincapacitating. It slowed him a little, and as I was backing up from him Ipulled another knife out of the back of a slain thug that was lying on the groundnext to me. I prepared to fight, but I was clearly outmatched. He wielded hisbig knife and I had my little four or five inch knife, which made me feel likeI was about to die. Somehow, despite its size, I used the knife to block acouple of his attacks, and I finally stabbed him around the collar bone.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Though a decent wound it still did not stop him. I backedaway and noticed some gay male cheerleaders were part of the fray, and they wereclearly on the side of the bad guys with murderous intent, though it was likethey were infected with the urge to kill rather than being inherently bad. Theywere on a hill, one holding the hands of the other, keeping the lower guy fromsliding down the hill. I stabbed the upper cheerleader in the back of the neckand they both went down. They were still smiling, and doing “gay” cheers andwere clearly affected in the head, possibly by the zombie virus. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Stabbing the cheerleader was a weird sensation. Pushing theknife into his neck didn’t feel like I thought it should, slightly yielding yetmy knife didn’t seem to go in as far as I felt it should.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Just remembered I slit a couple throats during the fracas. The first throat I cut didn’t bleed like I hadhoped it would and I had to stab that person with a little more force. Thesecond person I grabbed and turned to face away from me so I could slit theirthroat properly. I drew my knife across their neck and blood gushed in asatisfying manner.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Now I had to face the big black thug one more time. I’m notclear if I stabbed him or threw another knife into his chest, but the knifewent in pretty deep, and he seemed to be bleeding from his neck, and possiblyhis mouth. He stopped, looked down and pulled out the knife, dribbled out someblood, turned around and just walked out. He was unhappy, hurt, seriouslybleeding, and he had endured enough.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I began searching through the knives left on the ground andfound a few folding knives and some cleavers with handles that covered aquarter of the blade. Knives were everywhere, the battle between groups havingbeen quite intense. Out of nowhere Oprah Winfrey shows up and starts lookingover the knives on the floor. She tells us we had good taste in knives and ifshe ever needed any cutlery she would come to us.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This was such a weird dream, so odd that punks, gaycheerleaders, and massive thugs all were focused on the same killing task. Tome, it had felt as if all the bad guys were infected by some malicious virusthat turned regular people into homicidal maniacs. Additionally, all thecharacters were stereotypical in action. The gay cheerleaders were flamboyant,the skinny punks seemed incompetent, and the big black thug was very strong butmoved slower than I could.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Oh, and the soundtrack to my dream was a song by DrowningPool, called Bodies (“Let the bodies hit the floor!”) Very appropriate.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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