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I am in a large building, a mall. It seems to have two primary sections that consists of a tower like structure including a parking cellar. Between the two tower sections is an elongated section of one or two stories, there are cafés and similar non-hard-goods shops. It is dark, there are a lot of people around that I know. We are there for the bar environment – it is as if it has a clubbing space inside one of the towers towards the ground floor. I am slightly on edge, flaky and restless – though not in a debilitating or severe way. The affective state I think is a result of me being confused about the interior of the building I am having a hard time finding my way about.

In the clubbing area there is a mixture of objects, some that seem to create a square or night-time-economy like feel, like outdoor lamps, signs tables and chairs. But there are also couches and fabric based furniture. There is a dim, but warm light surrounding the place, though the outside bar I am headed towards seem to be illuminated more intensely than the rest of the place. Kaiser is at the bar, I think he is waiting for his father to arrive. I go to sit down.

There are a few instances that occur, though I know not the temporal order.

The first is a reminder that I will have to get out cash, specifically pounds, as it will be easier to pay in the bars and shops if I have maybe 20-30 quid.

I am walking about in the overall mall structure – aware of the two towers layout – but I am confused as to where to go. I seem to find a lot of hallways meant to be behind the shop facades.

I am on the top of one of the towers. The light is grey, dusk. I am on a circular parking lot. There is a huge swing door providing entry to the mall, though it also seems like it is for the cars parked there.

I am walking around the circular lot. There are a lot of ethnic minorities – young people – walking about. They are wearing loose clothing, sweat pants and hoodies and generally seem to come across like gang related individuals. I feel anxious, on edge – constantly monitoring my surroundings to check if they will be attacking or approaching me – paranoid. I keep walking around and I start seeing people looking at me. In particular I remember two people wlking from the peripheral ring towards the centre of the tower, they glance at me and they seem intent on me as well.

Then a car come driving in – it is a light blue, almost turqoise or maybe that is the colour of the parked car, maybe both of them are this colour – and it rams into the side of a parked car. From my perspective there is no doubt it is deliberate. The driver gets out and approach the parked car's owner. I don't see a lot more. I turn around, anxious to get away, I start making my way around the lot towards the swing door entry. As I am making my way around I notice some obstructive structures, like spokes between the centre and the peripheral. As I am walking I notice that by now all the people are looking at me and walking towards me at a slow, but steady pace. And so I speed up and make my way inside.
….

When inside the dream shift theme. I am now in a dorm, a row of beds standing on both sides of the room. It is rather bright and everything in the room is pretty much white. I get the sense I am on like the top floor of the building. In the other beds there are people I know, from my high-school class in particular, but maybe also others from primary school.

Looking up to my left towards the door of the room I see Kirsten Busk enter the room. She looks about smiling asking what we are doing, and I sense she is keen to get moving.

“We are tensing off” – as you would following a yoga session, I say. A woman, next to Anne, turns her head and nods to me and indicate that it was a clever remark.

I am lying next to Anne Tøtrup. She is trying to kiss me, yet I miss the cue and when I try to revive it she is non-compliant. It is a playful encounter, mirroring the general atmosphere and my affective state. Young, free and uncaring – and a tad rebellious against the teachers who are there to make sure we have a safe field trip.

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There is a skip and in the next room there is a similar set-up to the one just described. Except there is less white, more oakish dark colours as well as light tree. I enter the room and head towards the end of it where the beds are no longer separate but conjoined, which gives them a longer resting area to lie on. On the bed there is a light blue and white striped mattress running the entire length of the bed.
There is a guy with me – he seems dependent on me, or following me to some extent – and I say: “Well we might as well head towards the back, it seemed to work well the last time” in reference to the previously described aspect of the dream. And so I start working my way back.

On the way there I stop up and I see Esther van Santen get in one of the beds. I stop to think to myself “That is Esther” and at the edge of my consciousness I am ware that she is dead.
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There is a brief session of running parcour, or more specifically I am looking for ways to do it – thinking I am awake. In the end I am at a rectangular exit/window at one of the towers, there is no door or glass in it. I close my eyes and expect to start soaring, feeling anxious.

+ flying/gliding we can do it on planes/drones down the hill swooping by trees, hire some assistant to make a video and edit it

+ pile of stones guy with truck and dog, catch his baseball, throws it to me, dog goes for it ball is on the grond, the ball is bad says I broke it I say not it was already broken, I'm running from him to my car which is a tree(?), ignition is in a hole in the ground I'm panicked I stick key in ground turn it it starts the car race away the car is morphing, DO view of morphing car heading down the hill, old-style car, new-style porches, manly cars, womanly cars.

+(f) large open square, tall buildings all around, go up to one? A cabaret?

+ shallow sea/beach on hard flat ground [DAY RESIDUE: swimming pool], I with friend see a sea urchin and point it out, there is a weird thing with long tentacles like a plant? I can't figure out but notice it, the friend wades out into the shallow water now it's sandy there are some anemones, back to hard flat ground, I go out into water as well trying not to get my feet wet, see a beautiful blue chunk of stone and decide this is "turquoise crystal" !! very excited and my friend and I start excavating chunks from this beautiful stone. A bit to the side along a low wall of rocks I see a plaque with wording on it. I sense that this was placed here by my mother and I read her name among the words. This is a commemorative plaque telling about the history of the turquoise quartz and how it was brought here from (Italy?). I feel bad about mining it now. I cry at the thought of my mother and some DCs around me are mumuring things like "what's he crying for?"

+ in house with son, "show me your room" I say, he leads me up on to the roof it's a huge house

+ pull up to edge of water in car with wife (sister in back?), I see a full-sized cabinet upright in the water a few yards out bobbing on the waves and floating by in the current from right to left. "Whoa, that's dream like" I remember thinking but didn't do an RC! and continue on, there are broken up rocking chairs on the sand and in the water, I look at them but they're all broken, not what we need. The place is a charity where we deposited some of our furniture into storage and now we're here to get it back but it's all gone now, people must have swiftly come here and taken it away. Son has a little tent area that is dirty inside and supposedly really smells bad.

On the way out of the storage room I see 4 large grey duffel bags of ours packed with clothing and think "we could really use those bags" (I could use them as gym bags?) and think I'll take one back with me when I return back home from this trip? I'm going through the contents and see my "racquetball shoes" which I do not want to take with me I want to leave here for when I play again, they're colored red & black and have cleats on the bottom. I'm trying to sort through the contents of this bag and there are other people pulling things out and I see some squash racquets and (badminton?) racquets and pull them out and some guy is talking about some "super fire blast" move you can make in squash and I'm determined to show them how to play properly, so we move on to the squash court in the next room.

I have a racquet in my hand and start out in the right service box and am teaching them the service rules, I say that you can stand anywhere but you must have at least one foot entirely within the box, I go on for a while about this. Then I walk to the left wall and point out the "out of bounds" lines above which the ball may not touch the wall. "Ah HA, Hmm, OK" I hear the people say. I'm tracing the out-of-bounds lines along the left wall towards the back with the tip of my racquet, and I"m having trouble seeing the lines clearly because there are multiple lines, dotted/dashed, like the lines on a map.

I walk back towards the middle of the court and say the person wins the point when the other team does not get the ball back to the front wall without the ball bouncing twice. I'm going to play one against two, there is the idea that the other guys could get in each other's ways and this is an advantage for the single player, but I also think that the two players can cover more space in the court and that's their advantage. At one point I see my jr-high friend DD.

I was trying to get away from someone. I didn't feel endangered but I knew I needed to escape. I saw a light and jumped in. I found myself coming out of a jacket that was floating in the air. I looked inside and saw my world. Then I plucked the jacket out of the air, put it on and walked away. I don't remember most of this dream but this felt like the coolest part of it.

Bed: ~00.00
Wake up: 07.55
Now: 08.05 (totally can’t focus on this due to arguing roommates)


Climbing
I'm sitting on a small balcony I believe. I’m with my friend Alex (and my girlfriend?). Alex is returning to her own country somewhere in the very near future, but she’s still got a grey Mercedes parked somewhere. She won’t drive it back to her country, so she hands me the keys to take care of it. Sweet! I don’t care about the car, but that means that she will come back. I already start imagining driving the car back together during a road trip somewhere in the future.

At some point the keys fall off the balcony. The balcony is on the 2nd floor. I scale down the balconies to reach the ground level and pick the keys up. There’s another set of keys on the ground. I pick those up as well. A few seconds later a white girl with dark brown (curly?) hair emerges from a front door just 1 metre away. I ask her if these keys are hers. I take a good look to make sure that I’m presenting the keys that I found to her and not my friend’s keys. I think she says those keys are her roommate’s. I hand them over, then climb back up the balconies. A bit later I scale down the balconies again for some reason. I do it quickly this time and catch myself thinking that I’m taking unnecessary risks the way that I’m dropping down right now.


Dorm
This may have been a continuation of the last dream. I’m finally alone now. I’m outside on the street and the sun is still out. I consider what I want to do. I start thinking about watching some porn. I know that I haven’t watched it in a while and actually banned it from my life, but I’m really in the mood for it right now. A group of guys approaches me. They look Indonesian. They ask me if I know where they can find the dormitory for international students. I tell them that I live there. I can’t recall in which language we were speaking. Where are they from though? It’s only for foreign students. These guys all look Indonesian. They mention being half Indonesian, half Dutch. I tell them that it’s cool as long as their passport is not Indonesian. I point them in the right direction. Someone suggests that I walk with them. Sorry, I can’t, I have something to do right now. I think it has to do with the porn, but also with something else. Someone suggests waiting for me. No need, it’s easy-ish to reach the dorm. I point them in the right direction, showing them the location on Google Maps as well. They start joking around a bit. One of the guys grabs my butt. Ok, too friendly there. Some more stuff happened, though I can’t recall what.

Aside from people I personally know and who are close to me, I normally dream about white people. Interesting that I dreamed about Indonesians (though I'm living in Indonesia right now, so *duh*).

Tram
I'm taking the tram and perhaps also the bus. The streets are unfamiliar, but the bus operator is definitely the one that operates in Amsterdam. I remember getting on the wrong one and needing to switch to another. I think I’m with someone. It’s dark out already.

If I dream about public transport, I dream about taking the wrong direction 99% of the time.

I used to have a dog. A Bichon Frise. His name was Dioji. You pronounce it like you spell D-O-G. He was 4 when he drowned in my pool. I was hysterical & it was so traumatic. I tried to give him CPR. He was like a child to me because I had these surgeries & he was always there in my bed with me to keep me comforted. It took me 2 yrs to get over this tragedy.

I don't remember where the dream took place except there was a table & Dioji was jumping up & down on the other side of the table. I became lucid immediately. I asked him if he was okay. He stopped jumping up & down & sat on his hind legs with his paws on the table & smile at me. I felt this complete calm come over me & I felt he was telling me telepathically yes I'm okay. After that I woke up feeling calm & serene.


Meesha cat came up to me & I felt like Dioji had approved of me finally sharing my love with another animal.... Right after he died both my husband & I kept seeing him in our house in the same place at the foot of our bed in front of the drawer wear we put his ashes. I'd classify this dream as a visitation. Also on the night before this happened I prayed to my grandmother about when I die I want to see Dioji first & I've never had a dream about him since he died, or at least not that I recall so it wouldn't have been significant if he did because I would remember a something that appeared to be a visitation.[/COLOR]

Non-Lucid-Green
Lucid-Red
Explanation of details-Blue
Side Notes-Purple
Astral Projection/AP-Brown

I'm on a train. There are many people around. One of them is Alfred, an online friend I haven't spoken to in years. I'm in his room and notice the tiny paper swords he's made on his bedside table. There's a chat room in which many people on the train are chatting. Some idiot starts spamming massive photos in the chat making me lose where I am in the list of messages. I try to scroll through them but there are too many. They are silly pictures of the people on the train. I decide to unfriend some of the people who did this. One of them is called the reverse of one of my old online pseudonyms, to mock me I guess. I know I wouldn't delete Alfred because he's an old friend. There are some girls, upstairs perhaps. We're talking about seeing ghosts and such. I tell them I've seen a lot of stuff and they seem to think a person needs to be on drugs to see anything like that but I know better. I think there is a ghost on the train.

I start off in this dream in the middle of watching robocop. He is driving with a woman who has done something bad. Robocop is talking to her and she is looking nervously at him and he says something about "Something about...Fulfillment." Robo suddenly leaps over the drivers seat and at the woman in the passenger seat and she Yells as Robo Cop is about to be on top of her. The image freezes and the woman's voice echoes away like it do in some movies where something bad happen and they scream but the scene changes but you can still hear them screaming that slowly fades away. Apparently something went wrong with robo Cop and is causing him to do things out of the ordinary. Once the show ended my mom tells me that "he put his wang in her." I think about how Robo was mostly metal and can imagine what she was feeling with him raping her. Once that was done I find myself at a different place and was outside at night at a mcDonald's parking lot. I'm outside and is coming from one building and I then see some bad guys running away from someone. I spot who it was and seen that it was Robo Cop. I gasped and ran, ducking through the crossfire and seeing bullets ricocheting and sparking off of his chest. He seen me and pointed at me but someone shot him in his head, jarring him into a glitchy mode for a second. Once he regained he returned fire and riddled them, I dodged the splat of blood that fell onto the concrete and I turned to run but someone grabbed hold of me, panicking I swung around and hit whoever it was. In the comotion I ended up getting pushed towards robo Cop and he is behind me. I'm on my knee and he take my head and bangs the back of it on his crouch area, then he pushed me up against a dumpster and presses my head against it with himself. A baddie/goodie saw what was going on and sniped his helmet and he angrily turns and starts after him, who runs off into McDonalds.

Once all of that happened I wake up in a gentle Sleep paralysis and went back into another dream. I;m not in doors in a bathroom and Robo Cop was there with me. I'm aware of what he has done in the previous dream and was getting ready to fight him. I became aware of this being a dream and thought hmm. this'll be my first dream or second dream where I'm acually part of the action with a good DC is present. I'm gonna actually get to fight.

I am stranding in front of a mirror looking at a reflection of my whole upper body. I feel that something is not right; something feels strange. I keep staring, then decide to check my hands. They look fairly normal, even in the reflection, yet I still feel that something is strange and that I may be dreaming. I do a nose plug and I'm lucid. I instantly decide to jump through the circular mirror in order to change the scene. I dive through and I'm sucked into a tunnel which propels me a short distance. I soon end up in a void state, yet maintain strong awarenes and resolve to make it through until the next dream forms. I begin engaging my tactile sense my rubbing my dream hands. I demand myself to focus, consistently repeating word 'focus' verbally. I begin rubbing my dream body as well, and am interested by the mild electrical vibrations I feel when touching the dream body with my dream hands. I gain a mental representation of the energy field of my dream body by doing so. I continue going back and forth between these two activities in the void for about two minutes until I feel that I am transitioned back into my waking body. Upon awakening, I don't recall if it was a micro-awakening or a false awakening, although the sensation of a physical body felt very real.

This dream is from about a week ago so I don't have the best recall now, maybe I'll start keeping a dream journal.
I was in a large castle that opened up into a pool. I became lucid when I dove into the pool and started breathing under the water. I dove down just to explore because it was beautiful and crystal clear. Somehow I knew that it would open up to the ocean deep below. I swam back to the top , (the castle was familiar to me) and because I knew I was dreaming I wanted to try something I havent done before. I tried to send myself into another universe. Maybe that will seem odd but I'm a curious person and I want to see what I can do. I found myself projecting through space but I didn't find what I was looking for. That's about when I heard the bedroom door open and my husband come bumbling through the room.
I kept still and re-entered back into another lucid dream where I was playing with astral projection. I leave my body and fly in my dreams but I don't know that it's anything astral. I also fly withought leaving my body. I wanted to try astral intentionally to see if I could become aware with clarity of my surroundings. I left my body and was blind. I could only see fog so I decided to focus on my other senses instead. I reached out and slowly trailed my hand through the air, it was cool and felt dampish like I was in a cloud. I felt around and it ended when my I touched anothers hand that took mine. It was warm and that's all I recall.

I was driving a white car. Everything around was blurred, I hit something and the car's front got utterly destroyed. Then the car turned invisible and I drove in the air. Suddenly it turned into a few planks with wheels.

multiple dreams
Simon and I were walking around a city. Simon asks me if steamwhistle is fresh. I tell him its delivered fresh to your doorstep every morning back home before sunrise. he starts freaking out.

I am with Tia, we're super late for class. We try climbing up this massive tower in the center of the school to sneak in then realize that class is on the first floor today. I go in and it's my highschool class. I see that clark is significantly younger than he is now, and this puzzles me but I do not RC. Fuck! The kids start making fun of me fo never getting a keg for some party so I get aggressive with one girl and storm out.

I'm with my dad and brother, we're in a lamborghini bravo and they've decided to rip it GTA style until it is destroyed. I get very upset about this and blame them. We arrive at a big family party. The entire family is extremely rich, probably because I watched disorder last night. There are all these beautiful blondes my age wearing gold dresses and earrings and they start saying the most intimate thing they've learned from their relationships. When it comes my turn, I have no idea what to say. I make up a thing about how you need to be a good salesman to sell them on ideas like going places etc... to have a healthy relationship, everyones like yeah I guess... I leave because they start the dance music and I want the best possible dance clothes. I go into my room and spend like 15 minutes trying to change, but continually fail to find pants that are both stylish and flexible enough to dance like a madman. I end up with some tight pants that I will to be stretchy, but when I leave the party is over, and now I'm at a ski hill.

This is the coolest dream. I'm at this ski hill that has extremely famous escalators going up and down it. People apparantly will spent days and days on them, even a whole month. Everyone is friendly here because the whole point is to socialize so the ride isn't boring. I go up with this chatty blonde, and go down with another. There are girls everywhere but I do not RC. In all fairness I have never RC'd when I talk to girls in real life and this is the only RC I've ever had trouble programming, I don't understand it really. Anyway, suddeny girls like nicole and roxy from my deep past show up and we have a big heart to heart at the top, which is due to me reconnecting with Nicole and Eliza recently via facebook after all these years. Ended with me riding the elevator behind my crush.


Dreamsigns:
Beautiful Girls
Driving Fast
Social Embarassment
Greenwood

I'm in some wierd place. It looks like an old dance studio or gymnasium. My left leg looks weird near the shin area. I somehow grew a large patch of dark curly hair there. Gross. My leg looks dirty and there is some sort of plant or flower growing out of my leg. I grab the vine and pull it out. It hurt. It left a small hole in my leg. I look at my leg. I squeeze the area and pus comes out. A lot of pus. It reminded me of when I was in the hospital with an infection. I squeezed it a few times to drain out the puss. Then the puss turned to blood and it was bleeding. I had a towel and pretty much filled the entire purple towel with puss. After it slowed down, I put on knee socks.

Then I'm sitting on a loveseat in the same room. I feel crowded and I am annoyed at Brad for sitting with me and crowding me. I feel uncomfortable because I'm sure my husband would be weirded out by how close brad is sitting. I turn to look at Brad and then Blake is sitting there. Brad turned into Blake. I wasnt lucid yet so I just assumed that I got it wrong. I must have been mistaken about Brad sitting next to me. It made a lot more sense that Blake would crowd me instead of brad.

I tell blake in a whiney voice that my leg hurts and its bleeding. He brushes me off and says I will be fine and walks away.

I want to clean up my leg because i feel very dirty. I end up in the bathroom at my parents' house. I'm not sure how I got there. My daughter's mattress is in the bathtub and the mattress looks dirty too. Eww. I try to remove the mattress and end up falling on top of it and saying on my stomach for a minute.

I do eventually get the mattress out. I remember the tub hurting my butt. After that I'm not sure what happened. I think I may have gone to a different dream.

I remember going through some doorway and thinking that I could float if this was a dream. Maybe it was a new dream and I was trying to stabilize. I felt like everything would change if I made any sudden moves.

I had that thought and then I floated up to the ceiling with my legs crossed, like a yogi. I don't remember what happened next. Maybe I woke up.

I didn't like the first dream because it was gross and I was feeling real pain. Are you supposed to be able to feel pain in dreams? My leg hurt and was sore throughout the dream, almost like it would have been in real life if I pulled something out of my leg. My butt hurt when I was sitting in the big bathtub too. I liked the second dream because I knew I was lucid. I wish the dream could have lasted longer.

Morning of June 2, 2016. Thursday.



This dream, in the final segments, was the usual “coming down” waking metaphor which has occurred in the majority of my dreams (tens of thousands) and of course merely represents the biological waking mechanism.

The setting for the most part seems to be, very atypically, the lunchroom and auditorium area of my middle school as well as the north section (which has rarely featured in my dreams even when I was going to school there).

There is an unusual plot relating to finding an “ancient” technology related to space travel and a setup for launching a rocket (which actually appears of 1960s NASA design at one point though the new 2015 NASA logo appears at another point). However, it may also imply that I am in the distant future in some sort of science-fiction scenario. A group of people set up the launchpad on the stage with the “cannon” of this unusual device facing partly upwards but towards the audience area.

I feel a bit strange seeing what these (unknown) people are doing. The whole setup looks like some sort of odd composite of wrongly arranged rocket launch features, parts of a bed (obvious dream sign) and a cannon. Three unclothed males (another dream sign) are inside this large device that takes up most of the stage. The front-most setup actually looks like a male wrapped up in a blanket and a mattress around him (again, a rather amusing and “overly” obvious dream sign although I reach not an iota of lucidity). The two other males are each protruding from the side as if representing wing function.

I try to tell the authorities and spectators that this is not necessary and that the rocket will launch without risking the lives of the three men. No one really listens to me and the device is soon set off in a cannon-like event.

The rocket rises into the sky without incident, getting higher and higher, and everyone seems cheerful and amazed. I watch and it seems somewhat “realistic”. Soon though, the rocket does not have the required escape velocity - which is equivalent to the square root of 2GM divided by r, though this concept is intriguingly skewed in my dream.

Instead, in fact, the rocket crashes into the invisible seemingly solid dome-like interior of the Earth’s atmosphere, which does not seem that high (in comparison to where the first change of the layer would be). People are startled and it reminds me much of the Challenger space shuttle disaster, with trails of smoke arcing out and down.

After this, the scenario changes slightly. It almost seems as if I am now at a nude beach though where most are half-dressed (distorted dream sign), though still implied to be the same overall setting. At one point some schoolmates and I (all fully dressed) find the front of the skull of one of the would-be astronauts on the sidewalk near the north entrance. However, I then see it is a “Stars Wars” stormtrooper mask but still try to determine if it is actual human remains. I also very briefly and very vaguely get an eerie reference to Howard the Duck’s face (flight symbol) - not the utterly awful movie rendering, but the original Marvel art.

Soon, I go up to a row of three robotic but skeletal figures which are arranged on a slightly elevated platform and that apparently represent the remains of the would-be astronauts - though it may also be that they will be using these figures on another launch attempt. Looking at one figure for reference, I fit the “skull front” onto a figure that does not yet have it. The “mask” fits onto a feature where the implied eyes on the “robot” come out on stalks and it is almost like a snap-together model at this point and it easily fits on with four connections (eyes, nose, and mouth extensions on the stage feature). One boy tells me that this is not correct and I firmly tell him that it is the same as the other (which it is).

From here, I notice Zsuzsanna in the crowd, half-dressed. I decide to become intimate with her even though there is a very dense crowd at this point, and slowly wake from here.

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Although a stage represents the dream state and its nature I am inclined here to reflect that it probably also is a play on “waking stage” since this is the setting from where the “coming down” metaphor is utilized. The “unreal” nature of the “remains” is the typical preconscious transition as in countless similar dreams.

A rocket represents rising in dream state awareness, which “fails” when the waking state reaches past the halfway mark (or the event horizon of the waking threshold). I have experienced this in thousands of various (but similar) ways since earliest childhood. The first dream sign in this one was about as obvious as possible to the point of being hilarious (yet I still did not catch it within my dream), that is, being launched by a device with bed-like features including three rolled-up mattresses.

Had a long chain dream.

In a large town hall, in a seated area listening to a forum on healthy living. Lots of opinions and ideas raised. It seemed to be mostly women in the audience, seems its related to some course of study.
I notice a couple if the women, though young are very sizeable.
From here we move onto another room, where there is food and beverages. I think its a break before the next part of the day.
I am bored and want to see what is going to be happening next.So I snoop around the building. It is a kind of labyrinth with lots of interconnected rooms on different levels, although it is quite a confined space. I realise that it used to be a school annex and they are using resources that were there previously. I notice old health displays and pretend food. My eye is drawn to a box of cornflakes and a plastic yellow corn cob next to it.
There is not much of interest here, however it is very quiet and kind if cosy.
I go through to the other room where everyone is still chatting and find a women. She has long fair hair and is fairly plump. I take her through into the empty part if the building and we start making out.

This is an old dream, 15 April 2011. About Narnia, or a Forest similar to it.


Basically, I was in Narnia, playing amidst the autumn forest with the foxes or something, and there was a lake, possibly a war going on, and I remember running. But at least at first the dream was tranquil, I can't recall it too clearly so the events may be wrong.