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I'm in a sparse one-room cabin high up on a hill. The hill is steep and covered with green.

Then, I'm sitting about halfway up the tiered seating (this is also very steep), in the middle of a lecture theatre, listening to a lecture. I can't remember what it was about now but I felt moved and I remember discussing it with the man sitting next to me. I thought he was in the anime club and I remembered that I'm in that club.

When the lecture ends, I head to the anime club room. It comes is off a high-up hallway, seeming to float over the hillside, bridging two towers together. The sky is dark now and it's pretty dim and shadowy up there. I am the first one to arrive. There's a smallish room with three long tables and benches, and an even smaller one through a door at the back of it which is either an office or a cloakroom.

Two women arrive, one blonde and one brown-haired. They sit down and, unusually forward for me, I ask the brunette (she's closer): ' Hi, What's your name?'. She tells me, it's a pretty normal one, and asks enthusiastically what my subjects are. I tell her that I'm studying Italian, French and Latin!

Then she goes into the back room and I slide along the bench to be opposite the blonde girl. I ask her name. "Don't laugh," she says, "My name is Tickdick." I'm slightly incredulous and she explains its meaning to me.

More people come in. I look around the room and now apart from the women I spoke to I see several men all in the same pale blue waistcoat. I remember thinking that I didn't expect there to be so many men in this club.

Later, after everyone has left and the room has grown even darker, my friend (IRL) comes in and we talk.

She speaks about how many girls in the school (including her) are now in lesbian relationships after failed relationships with non-binary people. They weren't sure about their sexualities when they previously said they were bi. I say something about this and she mentions that others in the school used to talk about me a lot, years back, when she was LGBT and I was the only one who supported her. I ask in interest what they said about me but I can't remember her answer.

She gets up and says she wants to go out to the field to see the olive saplings. I think that's it, at least. We leave the room and head down the hill to a bright, sunny green field nestled among the hills. There are rows of olive saplings on the hillside and rows of smaller plants below. We spend a while admiring them.

A farmer lad arrives, to take care of the field. We chat to him awhile. He needs to break down all the plants as it will help them grow. My friend protests a little but we watch him sweep his arm along the rows, breaking the stalks in two. He collects the broken tops. My friend tells him to leave those, at least -they'll dissolve into the soil and help the plants grow. He agrees and scatters them about.

Once he leaves I notice three birds glide out of a tree. They are positioned as if sitting upright with their wings folded to their backs, looking ahead. They still move forward steadily in the air. I point out to my friend how weird this is and we both stare at the birds in confusion, continuing to talk. Finally, high above the trees, I see the birds open their wings and begin flying faster, beating the air. "Of course!" I say. "They glide first, then they flap their wings to stay up!"

I recall only a brief, blurry fragment. It was a sunny and warm day, I was standing on some balcony or something, looking at some fields.

I recall only a fragment. It was a sunny and warm day. With younger sister we were flying high up in the sky, above fields. We flewn into a city of some kind, where in an alley we met with our family.

Dream
I was playing a ball game with a bunch of people who are the same age as me, plus a couple teachers too. It was day time in my old primary school, though it seemed a little like a university and that fields were bigger. The ball game was a little odd, you basically grabbed a bunch of balls and you have a goal on each side (like soccer) but your way of scoring was usually dependent on your 'stats'. The stats were generic DnD style, str, dex, con, int, wis, cha. I think my brother or maybe a friend was playing too, and he had a very high strength stat so he would always punch the ball to score. Apparently this was the meta, but I had exceptionally high dex (like 18+ or something) so I was a kicker. There were 3 fields we played on, the first field I remember grabbing 6 balls and it was intense because there's a lot of balls to attack with and defend from. We migrated to the second field and this time I grabbed 5 balls for the game, it was still pretty intense. I remember my brother punching the ball and scoring, the power from it was intense. Eventually we migrated to the third field as school finished or something. The sun was setting a little bit, it was still bright out but the sky had an orange tinge. The amount of balls in this game wasn't really clear until later. I remember zipping about, I had the ball and was dribbling like a pro soccer player. At one point I think I'm vsing my brother and I just completely bypass him with a flip and some incredible dexterous foot maneuvers. I think I score a point, everyone is a little surprised at how effective my high dexterity stat was. I go to get the ball from the goal post, I scoop up 5 balls, they're all baseballs. 1 of them is 1/3 the size of the other normal ones, I thought this was weird. I wake up after that.

I was at the road surrounded by fields of wheat. I was there with the black dudes, we were stopping any car that would drive there and take money from them. It was a really hot afternoon. Received money we spent in an exclusive hotel. There was a huge swimming pool.

I was in my old school, in the sports hall. People were playing random games, like football, table tennis etc. I decided to go back home, as nothing interesting is happening there. I ran straight the road, leaving crossroad and an old shop behind, and ran into my frontyard. It was cold, cloudy afternoon.

Somehow, I knew have to run up to the fields. When I finally got there, I saw my father in a tractor with machine to dig out potatoes plugged in. Then I spotted a couple lying on that machine. A redhead girl and a brunette dude. Suddenly a hidden chainsaw in the machine started to move towards them.

*Close up of the chainsaw* and then the machine broke. Couple nowhere to be found. I ran closer to the tractor, and told my father that the machine is broken. He drove to take a trailer, and appeared back after a long while. With family we started to pick up potatoes to baskets, and threw them on the trailer.

A woman's feeling every bone in her wings break in half, one at a time, methodically, starting at the tips and working their way up. This isn't happening now - it's a memory. I'm not even sure it was originally her memory - this woman doesn't have wings now and I don't know if she ever did. But she's feeling the pain of it as if it were happening to her now.

She's strapped to a chair, and a man in a suit has just taken his hand away from the top of her head, ending her experience of that memory. He didn't get the reaction he wanted. He says something to the effect of "I was saving this for a reward, but-" and puts his hand on her head again.

This time she sees a memory of Constantine strapped to that same chair, from the perspective of a woman speaking to him. The woman runs her finger under his jaw - he makes a joke about how he would've shaved, but there's this whole held prisoner thing. Although I'm in third person throughout this dream, and although visually, I'm seeing this particular image from the perspective of that woman speaking, same as the woman in the chair is, nonetheless I feel the sensation of her finger on my/his jaw, unusually vividly tactile.

The man in the suit takes his hand away again. From what he's saying now, I get the impression that the woman strapped to the chair loves Constantine, and that this man and the group he's with are using that to groom her to kill him.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

At a school, two boys close to graduation are lying in a field, watching a group of underclassmen playing some sport nearby. There's an underclassman in that game who one of them sort of took under his wing, and now the kid's developed a crush on him. The other boy is saying, great, take him home, get him "thoroughly raunched." The first boy takes this as a joke, says that he's not interested in anyone else, and kisses his throat. The other boy goes distant and pulls away. He resents emotional attachment - the first boy hasn't figured that out yet, but he will.

It's some holiday to do with romance, and Bai Suzhen's sitting in a field beside a small river, psyching herself up. Xiaoqing's to her right, encouraging her. As part of her training, Bai Suzhen's been sort of playing celestial matchmaker. She's set up various marriage possibilities for Xu Xian, putting in a great deal of time and effort, and she intends to bring it to a finish today, on this holiday. Of course, as a disembodied observer I'm aware this won't work out the way she planned - today's the day she'll meet Xu Xian in physical form for the first time, and their usual story will proceed from there.

In a scene involving a giant globe and the phrase, "You were being extremely literal about wanting to travel the globe, huh," 23-26 degrees longitude is highlighted.

A teenage girl with long red hair is standing in a field at the foot of a mountain. The image changes to show her standing in this same field when she was younger, standing under a tree while her father spoke to her with his hands on her shoulders, while the rest of the family walked away into the woods and left her there. She was known as something like a witch. She shouts after her family not to leave her, and when she tries to calm herself down some sympathetic man - also present in the scenes where she's a teenager - tells her no, go ahead and shout that if it's what you feel, call what you see, refuse to be quiet, make it your power.

She's older now, and as a disembodied observer I'm watching her walk across that field towards the mountain, watching her from behind and I'm struck by the vivid colors of her now compared to when she was younger - the red hair in a thick braid now and down to her legs, the vivid blue skirts. She's walking past a wooden house with something going on in the woods on her mind, something urgent, possibly dangerous, her thoughts feel very determined and she's intercepting a group of people walking across the field towards that house - I think of them as the Freyhella (name taken from Wraeththu, but the resemblance stops at the name). As she walks towards them she takes a knife and cuts off her hair, right to the scalp. "With shorn hair," she says to them, the first words of a ritualized phrase, citing her right to be heard as one of them, as their neighbor, and as a 'witness' - a reference to whatever it is that's going on in the woods that she was thinking about earlier, and that she needs their recognition for. She ends by saying "Turn, and you can't yield to this," and she gets this hard expression I fall in love with.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Her again, in the woods, walking a path around some people at a distance far enough that she won't be seen, forming a protective symbol around them.

I'm walking along a road and find a dog walking around on its own, separated from its owner. I read the owner's name on the collar, and I bring the dog back into town with me, ask around after the owner and almost immediately find her apartment building. I ring the buzzer and ask her to come down.

When she comes down, she gives me some water to carry. The plotline's changed: there's no dog, we're going somewhere together, two distinct groups traveling together, I'm in one group, she's in the other. I can feel the added weight of the water in my backpack and am annoyed at having to carry more than I'd originally packed. Some of the people in the other group stop to get some water from a stream, and most of the people in my group find this disgusting. My IRL sister L., with my group, says there's nothing wrong with it, running water is clean; the rest of us disagree with her, saying that's not exactly wrong but not exactly true either, and then saying that it's a matter of belief. IRL sister S. says that's why she and her friends have agreed to stop believing in anything, it affects too much.

I stayed up two hours later than usual with a friend the night before last, so only recalled a fragment that night.

Dream:

A man is running through a field, He, Varric, finds that a silver stone structure is still there. There was a moving contraption up top, along with overgrown foliage.

The ‘camera’ pans over to some small stone structures (I think, 'of course they were made by dwarves'), and a gravesite with about eight graves with markers. I read: Dizzy, Logi, You— I pause at that last one, wondering if it’s ‘You’ as in the viewer, or as in the Japanese name. I also stopped before Logi, stumbling over the name, and thinking that his body actually couldn’t be there, because he’s nearly impossible to kill. I wonder what it was like for him to wake up (come out of the grave) in this place.

I’m going through these square, fenced in spaces, where the only way to get out properly is to leap over sections of the fence. There are small Stop signs mounted at top right of the section that’s safe to jump.

Other ‘heroes’ were doing the same. I caught a girl’s eye and nodded at her. A part of me wondered if I was supposed to know her. She didn’t look familiar (IWL). I laughed when I hear (and somehow see) from behind me Spider-Man jokingly asking an African-American police guard if he’d remove his mask. The man replied “that’s not my thing’.

A really short, small girl flies back after trying to leap the fence but getting poked in the butt instead. She rolls across the grass and I can’t help but laugh. Her figure reminded me of Kabeyama. I see that she’s wearing a light yellow shirt with Kabayama’s face upside down on the back of it.

A girl cringes as I reply to something, ‘but don’t get the fence stuck in your butt!’. As I said this, I was picking out two pieces of sharp fence from my thigh.

Inspiration: I watched some gameplay videos for Dragon Age: The Inquisition recently so that’s where Varric comes from! Last night, me and mom were talking about how movies do in other countries, and she mentioned Wolverine, so that’s where ‘Logi’ comes from. The girl/Kabeyama comes from the last episode of Inazuma Eleven I watched, Kabeyama had more screentime because he was struggling. I think the stone structure and gravesite actually could have come from the book I started last night, The Book of Earth (Dragon Quartet #1).

Notes: I got deja vu after thinking through the dream, I’m pretty sure I’ve had a dream in the past where I was hopping fences, during some sports event.

Emotion: Humor

Im at a leisure centre, its the one i used to live by, me and my cousin are in the reception area, i guess we have just been swimming. We leave and something huge is going on, there are crowds of people streaming out of the leisure centre.

We get away from them and my Auntie is suppose to pick me up, somehow she drives away with my cousin in a separate car and tells me to stay here, its starts to get dark and i wait there for some time.
After a while i think "screw this" i get in my Auntie's car and begin to drive.
As im driving down the dual carridge way i get a call that says they will be there in a few minutes to pick me up and to please look after the car.
I think "oh shit" turn the car around and head back. They meet me there i say something like "your car is really hard to drive" to my auntie.

Fragment 2
There is me, josh, joe, frenchy, paul, pete, keirnan and kara. We are all in the same house, i think its mine. There are multiple rooms upstairs and we are all really tired, we are sleeping. Me and Joe are awake and joe tells me to go see if Kara is asleep. I walk down the corridor to the room she is in and check on her, she is sound asleep so i leave and go back to the room i was in to begin with.

Fragment 3
I am with Josh, Joe and Alex. I am showing Alex how to play WoW properly and am taking on a rogue + a warrior with a mage, he is really impressed, Josh and Joe just laugh and say thats "standard".
We are sitting in a room with 2 sofa's and a table in the middle... The computer screen seems to be wall-hung in the centre where we can all see.

Fragment 4
Walking across a field, i am with someone, i think its a girl, possibly Kara. We pass a running track and further across the field there are a bunch of hooded youths being loud etc. Kara looks scared and i tell her its nothing to worry about.
We walk closer and they start to head to the same place as us... Once they reach the gates they stop, we are wary as we dont know whats going on. It seems to be a mini riot and as we get even closer someone sticks on some metal music... I instantly laugh as they begin to have a really pussy version of a mosh pit. I look and kara and say " i just gotta show these lads how its done"... I run in and start going mental, before i know it i have cleared the entire mosh pit and me and kara can walk safely through. The youths tell me im hardcore, i just laugh.

Fragment 5
I am playing WoW again, on my own this time in my bedroom. I am playing with someone else but i cant remember who it is, possibly Nick.
We are in an instance i have never seen in WoW but we manage to 2 man it... Its pretty easy and im sure we are only level 20 or so. I have to keep telling Nick Which NPC's to attack etc as he's a bit of a noob.

Fragment 6
Im am with josh and Joe, we are playing Xbox... Keirnan, frenchy and paul turn up and josh turns to me and asks if i brought any of my 4 controllers... I say" no, because you never asked me to, i didnt know anyone was coming" he gets really upset for some reason.