I'm reading a scientific news article. There's a video of a man with a fox, and the fox is crying - as in, shedding tears. Through the use of some frequency, the man is able to induce "conscience." Reading this, it's causing me to rethink the nature of violence in the wild and morality. Two extremely elegant women I'd been sitting with at a restaurant have gotten up to tango. I remain at our table, enjoying the view. They were the only two dancing at first, but a few other couples join in as the song goes on. The couple from the table just to my right gets up and goes to the dance floor, and they choose to place themselves directly between myself and the women I came with, blocking my view of my companions. I consider this rude.
i am in a giant warehouse store, like mardens or renys...cheap versions of walmart. dollar store kind of place. its all in an attic of some building, or maybe i'm just on the top levels. i have to duck kind of to walk around. i can't see the other ends of the room, just where i am. it goes on forever, it seems. i walk into a few offshoot rooms from this main one. i enter one and the expansiveness is overwhelming. i have to get on my hands and knees to walk around because of how low the ceiling is. i romp around the room and then notice its completely empty. am i supposed to be here? there are three or four employees getting ready to fill it in, marking where the shelving will be. they suddenly glare at me and i turn away. i notice a police car is parked in here. how? we're in an attic! i begin to become aware but this causes me to lose balance. i tumble toward the car and then notice there's another one. its a dark purple sports car. i am about to fall into it and i'm afraid it has an alarm. it doesn't, and when i hit it i balance out, no awareness. i leave this room. there is so much SHIT. i want to leave. instead of stairs, i look thru the railway and down at the first floor. i overhear a conversation between a lady who works register and a guy. he has a gun and is going to shoot himself. she calms him down and he leaves. "you just wanted to do that to say you escaped, didn't you" she said. i jump from the railway, bouncing off the different levels inbetween the attic and the ground floor until i'm safely down. i leave following the guy. the exit of the store is made of plastic wrap i take a fake gun and point it at my head as i walk away. i don't know why. outside the store is a pawn shop on wheels. there is a huge crowd around the vendor. its a pretty cool set up, a glass case, five tier shelf system and the guy runs it all in a booth with wheels. everyone is fighting to see a particular object. i take this time to scope whats for sale. my eyes are drawn to a stone plate with a carved spider in the center and a matching spoon two shelves down with a fox on it. on the very bottom shelf is some kind of case/bank that is a wooden carved whale. its huge and pretty magnificent. the vendor caters to all the customers and then takes the whale out for me. i want to tell heather about this. the vendor talks to me about it for awhile and then says they are having a frequency display later and i should come. i agree to. i go with a friend to visit someone until then. we have to adventure into deep swamp forest land. after we visit our friend (no recollection of this happening), we have to get back to town. we get lost and go in circles on roads made of floating bridges over swamp hundreds of feet below us. the bridges are made of wood planks five feet apart. its all very difficult but we make it back. its darker out now (my mind usually doesn't transition/follow days like this!). theres a crowd of muslims around the pawn shop display, looking at dozens of tuning forks layed out all around. thats cool....i guess. i go over to the actual shop and notice that everything is now in a box and inside the box is a comb. people flick the combs and they vibrate a specific frequency, the same frequency that the object is supposed to be on. some are really low and some are high, in between, etc etc. i don't know if it means anything to be higher or lower.
Hurricane and the Moon Bus I was on a bus, probably going home from school. We lived on a beautiful tropical island that was highly populated. All of the buses were double-decker, but the top floor consisted of a bunch of portals that linked up to other buses. For example, there were about 50-80 miniature portals that were labeled as such and when you went through one you would be teleported to the corresponding bus number. It was pretty cool. When I was on one of the buses, the bus driver called me to the front and gave me some sort of shovel. He said that he admired one of the properties that was on the beach and told me to stick a shovel in the sand real quick so that he could find it again later. I ran off of the bus and did as I was told. I buried the white shovel thing into the sand and then looked to the horizon on the beach. Yeah, this was a really nice view. I looked to the right a bit and noticed a funnel cloud forming in the sky! On the deep horizon I saw dark clouds gathering and huge tidal waves forming. This didn't look good, so I decided to inform the others. I ran back to the city, which wasn't too far away from where I already was (the island was incredibly small and was densely populated). As I ran back to the school yard I saw a blue bus. On it was written: NOMAD'S MOON BUS I giggled. I know - I should have done a reality check. But that didn't even cross my mind. I just thought it was pretty funny that he would be here. After that little incident, I continued running back to the school house. I told them about what was happening, and they verified my encounter by telling me that it was on the news that a hurricane was coming. We had no chance of evacuating and the school house was too old to be truly prepared for any disastrous weather. We were lined up against the more sturdy walls. The ceiling was old and decrepit and looked like it would collapse under any weight from the giant tidal wave. I found Joe upstairs. We started talking about how good/bad the chances were that we would survive this. They seemed pretty low. We were on a tiny island with no real storm shelter, there was a tornado, a hurricane, AND a tidal wave coming at us. Plus the tidal wave was probably large enough to engulf the entire island. Yeah, we were pretty sure that we wouldn't survive this. Lost At Sea My dad and I were on a sail boat and we were lost somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. We had been lost here for about a month, and in the dream it really felt as if that was the case. I was trying to pick up radio signals. After days of searching, I finally managed to find the correct frequency. The station was for endangered sailors needing rescue. I sent out a signal and the station came back with a recorded message saying that they were on their way. I wasn't sure if they were actually coming, so I tried finding another signal. Between the 2nd and the 3rd dial I heard someone talking with a tan voice. I tuned in on them. They didn't seem to be interested in sending out a search party to look for our boat but rather to keep us company.
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