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Dream #1

There was some kind of temple, which almost looked like an indoor sports arena. There seemed to be a huge crowd of people all around, with pale, cold, white spotlights on the center of the arena.

There was an altar, which was like a stone cube jutting up from the floor. The altar was burning hot and blackened with heat and smoke. A person was chained on the altar. The person's legs were chained from above, so that the legs were lifted a couple of inches above the rest of the body. The arms were possibly chained to the side of the person's body. The person may also have had some kind of blackened blanket over the torso and upper legs.

The person being burnt on the altar wasn't just being burnt as part of some religious ritual. The person knew or did something against some powerful people. So the person was being ritually murdered. I may also have thought that something I had done had angered the powerful people. So when they sacrificed the person, it was to punish me. And the person who got sacrificed would know this as well as I did.

I saw a few white pieces or paper or white screens with black writing on them. The black writing was broken up by occasional words printed in orange lettering. The highlighted words were probably one recurrent word. The recurrent word seemed really important to me. (So of course I've forgotten it now.)

I saw the altar again. This time I got a good glimpse of the person chained on the altar. He looked like a black-Hispanic man with lightish brown skin. He was kind of muscular. He had "tribal"-style tattoos on his shoulders and arms and, maybe, his chest. He seemed to be writhing in pain. Parts of his body were already blackened by being on the altar -- from either the heat or the smoke.

I followed the priest from the altar to some other spot on the stage. The priest may have been a man very much like the man being sacrificed. He may also have been a wizard-like figure, with a long beard and dressed in a long, black or brown robe with a huge hood.

I looked to the altar again. There was now an Asian woman on the altar. She was naked, except for the blanket over her. Her uncharred skin was pale. But she was mostly charred or smoke-blackened. She seemed to be in a great deal of pain. She was sweating a lot and writhing around a lot, trying to get out of the heavy chains.

General Text Dream Lucid Awake

I could remember 3 dreams and 1 fragment this night. My dreams also didn't skip around scenes that much. Sadly the the first one is kind of a nightmare. I can at least laugh at it a little now though.

Dark Magic in the Park

The first dream of the night started with me standing on the sidewalk. In front of me was a large metal gate to the park. The dream started out pretty peaceful and normal (if you can call it that). I walked through the gate and I noticed a rhino and a lion standing at the side of the gate. "Hi Bull. Hi Tigger." I said to them casually. "Have fun at the park!" Bull told me.

The park was mostly just a large open area of grass. There were also some trees, a few benches, some people, and a lot of squirrels running around. As I walked into the center of the park, I noticed a small hill with stone steps leading up to the top. When I reached the top of the hill, I saw quite a few people in red ceremonial robes, making a circle around a large rock. I think there were about 8-10 of them. As I approached them, they sensed my presence, and one man shouted, "Quick! Cast the spell now!"

The sky dimmed a little, the rock started to glow, and I can only describe the feeling of it as evil. I ran back and ducked down behind the hill. There was a Japanese lady hiding behind the hill too. She was trying to protect a little girl. I realized that there were other people at the park in danger other than myself. I climbed back over the hill and yelled, "Stop the ritual!" As soon as I said this, one of the women in the group stared at me blankly. She reached out her hand towards me. She whispered, "Die..." A lightning bolt crashed down right in front of me. The blast sent me flying back to the bottom of the hill.

The wind started to pick up, I could hear thunder, and there was lightning flashing in the sky. I heard one of the women in the group scream, "It's too powerful!" Another woman shouted, "We lost control of the spell!" I got back up and looked back over the hill again. "Uh oh..." Said one of the men in the group. I think I even heard one say, "lol wut?" I saw another flash in the sky and I made time slow down. A lightning bolt was slowly coming down right at the stone. I dived back down over the hill. I then heard an explosion fallowed by screams. So now the cultists were dead and they left us with storm of chaos. I looked back at the lady and little girl from earlier, but a orange lightning bolt hit the lady. She was able to protect the little girl, but she was erased from existance. I then decided to grab the girl and get away from the park.

I started to run to the other side of the park, but orange lightning bolts were landing behind me and creating mini nuclear explosions. "Faster! Faster!" I started to say to myself to boost speed. The squirrels from earlier had red eyes now, and they started to bite at my legs. "Ow! Ow! Damn it! Ouch!" I continued to run though and then they were all killed by lightning bolt. This made me pick up speed and scream like a girl... "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!" I approached the gate, but Bull and Tigger had red eyes and blocked my exit. "BULL!" (lol dream pun?) Even though there was a rhino and an oversized lion blocking the way I ran towards them anyways. I don't remember what happened from that point on.

Fragment

I was standing on the street with another Japanese woman. She was a news reporter, and I was told she was deaf. Although I was told she was deaf, in the dream I couldn't hear anything. She started to interview me. I was somehow able to guess what she was saying even though I was deaf. Sadly she was speaking Japanese and it was too fast for me to translate.

I remember waking up after the fragment. I rolled over and wrote down a few notes about the dream in my journal. Thinking about the dream and the fragment started to confuse me so I just went back to sleep.

My Thoughts on this Dream

Ok so the rhino's name was Bull and the lion's name was Tigger? I guess those can be linked somehow...

What can we learn from this? Lightning and explosions hurt, little furry creatures can never be trusted, and evil cultists are stupid.

A question also just came to mind. How did the cultists get away with dark magic, in a public park, and in the middle of the day?

Original entry dated July 21, 2003:

First, I dreamed there was a fire in Tucson, Arizona, and this woman was trying to beat back the flames and save her house, and she wound up getting horribly burned.
Then the dream changed and we lived on the plains in Africa, or it was in Australia, and there were all of these fires, and animals were running away, etc. and as soon as we thought we'd put them out the fire would come back again...

And there were these reservoirs/waterholes... made of concrete, or something... that used to serve some sort of purpose, but now people just swam in them.
Then we were driving through the country in this horribly beaten up truck and stayed in this house... the houses were like 10 miles apart and most were deserted anyway... anyway, the one guy's great grandmother was dying, and they were sure she was gonna go tonight. I'd been being pestered/tormented by ghosts and spirits and stuff and the house itself was actually particularly bad in that respect, but he said to go in and talk to her before she died, about some sort of ritual that was supposed to help me, where I walked down an aisle with my head down and the priest prayed for me... or whatever... I don't remember the specifics, only that it was done a certain way and she knew the right way.

Morning of February 20, 1969. Thursday.

Dream #: 794-05. Reading time: 52 sec.



I am at West Elementary as an unseen incorporeal presence as my schoolmates do not acknowledge me. They sit on their knees near the east entrance of the school before dawn.

The students are Robert G. in profile on the left, Brenda on the right, and Tina beyond (but facing me). They are looking at the ground, central to their perimeter. There is a hole that has grown as a small mound and is possibly the beginning of a volcano. Orange light flickers below. They are performing a strange ritual that I do not understand. I think they have herbs and smaller totems or ritualistic objects. They seem involved in a type of prayer, almost like they are worshipping it or waiting for it to grow by way of their attention to it.

I wonder if their ritual will cause the potential volcano to become larger and more active (though I feel no fear). I also consider if it is something that students do once a year. It seems mysterious and vaguely spiritual.

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My dream’s scenario partly comes from the story of Dionisio Pulido and the Paricutin volcano (which coincidentally began on the same date in 1943).

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The causation of this dream correlates with emerging from a deep sleep, occurring near the middle of my sleep cycle.

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