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D1 - In a changing room I am trying to move about using a special location language. There are plastic wedge shape triangular cross hairs positioned around the room. I cant figure it out its in some unkown language.
Then really freaky woman with long hair come in, although they are looking downwards with their hair falling over their faces, so could be other life form.
They move slowly into room, they detect the movement thingies and use them to follow me Oo.
I make it from bench to bench to the top of a cupboard.

D2- There are lots of people? with heads that are mostly covered in blue flames , distorting their features. I watch mezmorised as they move like one entity. I find I cant move and wake myself up.

WBTB - I decided to find out what the woman in dream one were doing
not going back to dream two Oo just now

D3- I enter the changing rooms again. The woman (they are now) are sitting talking on a bench. They are using a language unknown to me.
It is a language of power and they are from influential families. The one with long shiny lush black hair is strongest.
I try taking their powers away by removing their language from them.
They dont know whos doing it and I get away with it.

D3.5 Long dream wandering around inside of white castle. I am escaping something that I manage to trap behind some boxes also I manage to get all the weapons.

D4- Am in a shop that people are using as a changing room to the annoyance of the owner. They are chucked out but more come in. A guy is plugging in his laptop and then hanging washing on the outstretched extension lead lol.
We leave and find a load of taxis, sue is hailing one then changes her mind.
Then she tries to get in the same taxi as the people who were changing clothes They are confused, so am I and my daughter.

I was talking with a guy who seemed as though he wanted to teach me, but I knew for a fact that it was only evil shit, and the first step of the training he wanted to give, was for me to loose all of my goodness. He told me he would give me a night to make my decision, a night of all the things I could have, all the powers and whatnot.

He nodded his head and did something with his hands, but I didn't feel any different. I said it was all a trick, but he told me to light him on fire. Without having to think about it, I raised my hands to become blue-green flames and threw fire onto the guy, engulfing him, but he didn't scream, he just smilied at me. I thought it was bad ass, and when he wiped the fire off him as if it were dirt or something, I threw the fire on him again, laughing.

I roamed around this camp site that had a house in the middle of it, but the place was awesome as hell. It was just getting dark at that moment, and the sundown looked like a flame flickering out. I saw a lot of people, who seemed like they wanted me to join them in their fun, but then I heard this weird ass voice coming from one of the rooms in the house.

I walked into the house and saw my girlfriend in one of the rooms, she was wanting me to be with her, but I told her to give me a minute. I walked into the room that I heard the noise in and it was completely empty. I looked around, it was like a burnt red color with black floor and ceiling. I saw a bed, and saw a shoe under it. When I reached down for the shoe, a hand with sharp nails came out and swiped at me like a cat.

I backed away and waited a second before getting back down for the shoe, ready for the hand again. When the hand swiped at me again, I grabbed the wrist and pulled out one wicked hot chick. She was pale skinned with black hair, icy green eyes, and one hell of a body. She seduced me, though it wasn't exactly hard for her to do. Not going into detail about what happened at this point, but the guy who gave me the powers was watching from an outside window.

I woke up spooning with her as the sun was coming up, I didn't mind that I had wasted the use of powers with being with her, but she told me without the powers, I'd never see her again. I asked what she meant, but then she dissappeared in my arms.

I went to the room where I had left my blonde girlfriend (in the dream world she was) and I saw her with five black rappers, I stood there in shock, and she was jacking one of the guys off, smiling at me and asked if I wanted to join. I told her to fuck off, but then I actually thought about joining in. Instead LL Cool J tried to get me undressed, smiling and doing that licking lips thing he does, and I punched him so hard that his face exploded.

None of the other rappers seemed to care, neither did the blonde bitch.

I'm in a nightclub. I walk closer to the front desk of the DJ.
On top of it see a Propellerheads, it´s the decksanddrumsandrockandroll album.
The album is under a average-sized dj headphones.
I recognize the cd because of the cover, which has flames of fire, like in an explosion, and the silhouette of two men.
I think I have a glass of something in my hand, most of the disco lights are green, although there are purple ones too.

Shit kinda sucks when dream recollection fades as you go to type your dream out.

There's one thing that I can remember and that is this young girl. Her name was .... eurgh I can't remember and this is annoying me, because I asked for her name specifically so that I could perhaps meet her again when she was older. I recall that she did something pretty extraordinary.
She was wearing a horizontally striped long-sleeved cotton shirt.

We were in some sort of restaurant I think. Bt it was like the restaurant was in a large cavern. The tables were scattered throughout and it was lit by torch flames. (Perhaps I am just making this up, and this wasn't really part of my dream, but it's all I can think of at the moment).

There was another part of the cavern and over there was Philippines or something. I can't remember anymore >.<

Night of September 13, 1990. Thursday.



This was a partly recurring dream a few months prior to making first contact with my lovely wife-to-be.

The world is ending. Or is it only a play/movie from the mind of Ödön von Horváth? (who I had read of at the library, based on an earlier dream). There is supposedly a true story (at least possibly true relative to the quote if not the event itself) - Ödön von Horváth was once walking in the Bavarian Alps when he discovered the skeleton of a long dead man with his knapsack still intact. Von Horváth opened the knapsack and found a postcard reading “Having a wonderful time”. Asked by friends what he did with it, von Horváth replied “I posted it”.

No, the world really is ending, apparently. There is a fire that is consuming the world. It is a fire containing the souls of all of the people who had died under Hitler - or so this seems, as some sort of epic movie-like plot. Their shadows move (walking about) within the fire as it spreads across the planet. It reminds me vaguely of certain concepts from “The Fog” from 1980. Though it has been a common theme since earliest memory to attempt escape from something by going around the world away from it, in as straight a direction as possible, and sometimes back from the other side, this particular scenario is new and unique to this dream series.

For some reason, they are moving in the United States towards Wisconsin (from the west), where I am living at the time of my dream. There is great awe and fear near the seeming opening of my dream, although not quite nightmarish. Also, for some strange reason, only my brother Dennis and I are actively planning to get out in time.

There seems to be enough time to get away at first. They seem about two blocks west of where I am living (but the fire stretches north to south, as far as the eye can see in both directions).

My brother and I get on our bicycles to leave. We start to ride south (not really away from the fire, but parallel to it for some reason).

Suddenly, as we are riding our bicycles, with knapsacks as well as a bit in the back bicycle baskets (I am even aware of the “Having a wonderful time” postcard in his knapsack), my brother somehow immediately has a glass of water which he throws in my face from his left hand (while still steering the bicycle with his right hand). As it splashes my face, I become much more aware and my dream more vivid, but still not fully aware that I am dreaming. This, in turn, causes me to think a little more clearly…why in the world am I riding with my half-brother who has a swastika tattoo on his hand? Wouldn’t that “attract” the supposed entities in the fire in a negative sense? However, at the same time, I get the strange impression I am “leaving” my girlfriend (”mystery girl”) or wife and am starting to question the nature of the setting.

We come to an area on the south-side of La Crosse where there has been some sort of earthquake damage. It is too hard to ride a bicycle there, so I get off and walk. There are “brittle” burned plants everywhere even though the main fire is still behind us.

I turn and look at the fire, which is about as high as a five-storey building. One of the “souls” in the fire is female and now seems quite alive and passionate, seemingly having spent her lifetime looking for me as I, her. I stop and decide to become a part of something I could not possibly have “escaped” from, anyway.

Then it seems that I got it all wrong. These people were not the “ghosts” of those who died under Hitler, but the energies of spirits looking for their partners in life or “twin flames”. Fire is life. Ashes are death. Should I tell the world that there was nothing to fear after all? I wake…