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My Neighborhood

I was in my old room from when I used to live in Loudonville. It was the middle of the night and I was preparing for bed. Nothing too interesting happened except for how real it felt and I thought I was being watched. I would slowly walk to my bedroom door a couple times and peer out. It almost felt like there was someone just standing at the door watching. I just ignored it and went to sleep.

When I woke up I was in a dimly lit room similar to the last one. The difference was I had a wood floor (real splintery wood), everything was a mess, and a few things were broken. I had to sneeze and I reached over to grab a tissue. I held it to my nose and sneeze, then tried breathing in with it pressed to my nose. I could breathe clearly and I realized I could only do that if I was dreaming. I felt the air around me to make sure I was dreaming.

I was very calm in this dream and I didn't feel the urge to blast everything to pieces. I remembered I wanted to go to Korthos and tried using the dream spin technique. I'm not sure why I did that when I know how to create portals. It failed at making me teleport, but it made my dream more vivid and lucid. I decided to just walk out the door and see where it would take me. It brought me to a dark cold room made of stone. There were a couple small windows, a half broken door to the left, and another bedroom door to the front. I decided to keep going straight. I came to a similar room except the walls were cracked, a window was broken, and the door to the left wasn't even on its hinges anymore. I tried going straight a couple more times, and each time I saw the same room with a little more damage.

Then I finally stopped and thought about it. "Screw it. This is just going to go on forever." I thought. So I decided to try the left this time. I moved the broken door out of the way and could see the bright daylight. I smiled as I saw multiple houses lined down the street and many people outside enjoying themselves. This was a little new to me because I'm used to living in the middle of nowhere.

I walked out into my front yard to find a man casually chainsawing the hell out of my tree. I decided to try talking to him to see what he had to say. "Hi." I said. He stopped chainsawing my tree for a moment and looked at me strange. "Ok, bye." I said backing away from him. I decided I didn't want to say anything that might make that DC mad since he had a chainsaw. So I just let him go back to randomly chainsawing parts of my tree even though I liked that tree.

A mail man then walked up my drive way and I thought I could talk to him. I tried saying hi again, but he just stared at me with surprised look on his face. Maybe he was afraid that I was going to blow him up. I figured it would be hopeless, so I just walked by him. I then started walking down the road to find something interesting.

For some reason there is a large memory gap here, but I remember being on a highway full of parked vehicles. I was just running around and jumping on vehicles like it was an obstacle course. I eventually came across an ice cream truck. I couldn't resist driving it around in circles with the music playing. It made my day, but I woke up not long after.

Tribal Warfare; Pinkie Surprise

This dream started with me in the same room that I became lucid in the last dream. I instantly recognized that and did a nose reality check to confirm that I was dreaming. I also did the spin technique just to make my dream more vivid. I walked through the bedroom door like before. This time I decided to take a left from the start so I wouldn't waste time going straight. When I moved the door out of the way I was in the middle of a field near a mansion.

I then heard battle cries from behind me and I slowly turned around. There were a hundred little tribal people with green hair, masks, and spears. I talked to them and heard that they were about to lay seige to the mansion. I also befriended one named Mike, but I can't remember many details. I did tell them which side they should attack from and what formation they should use. I was just trying to be helpful.

They all got in formation and moved to position. The warriors then charged towards the mansion from the left at full speeds. People who were having a party at the mansion started to panic and scatter in all directions. As they got close to the mansion's door, a huge wall of flames surrounded the building. All the tribal people were lit on fire and killed except for a few survivors. I casually walked over towards the mansion as the flames died out and the people calmed themselves. I was enjoying it all because I knew it was just a dream and nothing serious.

I was still curious as to what happened to Mike. I tried digging through some of the loose dirt on the ground from the battle. Instead of Mike, I found a very large stone floor beneath me. The floor was made of huge Mayan hieroglyphics. I didn't care, and I still wanted to know if Mike was alive or not.
"Have you seen Mike?" I asked a girl sitting on stone steps in front of me.
"What are those symbols on the ground?" She asked while ignoring my question.
"Something Mayan related. Is Mike still alive?" I asked her again.
"What does that picture on the ground mean?" She said pointing to a spot on the ground. I looked to where she was pointing and noticed it looked like a man with a mustache. "It means the Mayans invented Pringles." I said jokingly. "Now tell me where the survivors are." I demanded.
"What survivors?" she said laughing.
I started to pretend to cry and said, "No! My one and only dream friend dead!"
"Oh your friend Mike is over there standing by the other 3 survivors." She finally stated.

My memory is kind of weak for the rest of the dream. I walked over to a group of tribesmen who were just sitting around relaxing. We talked about how the invasion failed what went wrong. We also walked around finding some Mayan statues and other stuff. I think we went into the forest and saw some "spicy trolls" attack an elf. They turned into hot sauce and melted the elf like lava.

The next thing I remember is driving around Ponyville with Mike in a whacky looking car that was most likely invented by Dr. Seuss. I also remember that I was no longer human but a black pony again. By this point things have suddenly become less vivid and obviously more cartoony. My cell phone started to vibrate and I answered it. The left half of my vision was then covered by a pannel of Pinkie Pie. She was in a bird costume and making angry buzzing noises into the phone. "Okay..." I said and ended the call. This repeated again.
"Hello?" I answered into the phone.
"Bzzzzzz!" Was all I got.
"Bye." I said and ended the call again.

I sat there confused for a moment and tried to figure out what was happening. The phone vibrated again.
"Hi Pinkie Pie." I answered."
"Bzzzz! Bzzzzzzzzz! Bzzz Bzzz!" She responded angerly.

I hung up the phone and proceeded to bang my head repeatedly against the side of the car. I now have a reason for killing dream characters all the time. The vibrated once more.
"Hello again Pinkie."
"Bzzzzzz!"
"I know you're mad about the tribes people dying, but it wasn't my fault!" I tried to explain to her.
"Bzzz!" Was her response.
"Once I find you you're gonna-" I stopped and looked up to see a bunch of balloons, cake, and confetti.

A bunch of ponies jumped up and yelled "Surprise!" and cheered. "Okay, 'surprise' for what?" I asked as I closed the cell phone.
"It's a party for your lucid dream, silly!" Pinkie Pie said cheerfully.
"Sure, why not." I said half talking to my dream itself.

So the pony party commenced and we had a lot of fun. Once again, I ate dream cake and it was the best ever as usual. Sadly the dream faded away as the party went on.

Let's Fly to Puppet Land

I really can't remember the beginning of this dream. The last thing I remember is I was in my grandmother's hallway. I suddenly started puking a sand/dirt substance which is unfortunately one of my dream signs. I didn't even need to do a reality check because the second I start puking sand in real life I might as well be dead. I walked into a bedroom and used the spin technique to stabilize the dream. I then sat on the bed and questioned what I could do with this dream.

I looked out the bedroom window and saw my sister's car pull into the drive way. I then looked at the bed and bounced on it a little. I also noticed a large pile of random junk sitting in the corner of the room. Suddenly I had an idea. I would recruit my sister and her friends to build a magic flying bed!

I ran outside to meet my sister. She got out of the car with her boyfriend and some random naked dream character. "Okay, you three are going to help me build a flying bed. We don't have time to argue about it so lets just go!" I explained to them excitedly. I then ran back inside to the bedroom to get started.

First we pulled out a large pile of old rusted metal springs. I used telekinesis to mend them together. My sister's boyfriend then placed a matress on top of the springs and the naked dream character placed a gym mat on top. Well all then climbed up there, held hands, and sang a song as I enchanted the bed. Really messed up stuff.

So then the bed starts to levitate and crash through the ceiling. I pointed towards a mountain range off in the distance and the bed took us there like a flying carpet. As we flew through the snowy mountains, we came across giant dancing puppets. They were almost as big as the mountains and I have no idea who was controlling them. The dream started to fade after this, but it was some pretty fun stuff.

Tetris Effect

As a result of playing stronghold crusader for a few house in the afternoon, all my dreams except the lucids were about crusader. The tetris effect is where you do so much of an activity during the day that you dream about it. So sadly I spent most of my time watching little virtual archers shoot flaming arrows at little virtual spearmen. That's really all that happened. I was only viewing gameplay.

End

I suddenly love the dream world again. Not all dreams are out to kill me after all.

I hardly remember anything!!

Here's the tiny bit I've got:

I was in a hotel in some hot, third-world country. The hotel really wasn't too shabby. Just a little old-fashioned. There was lots of purple. Anyways, I was in love with a beautiful tribeswoman. This relationship was forbidden, or otherwise greatly disliked by the tribal leader. Her and I were running for safety.

The only other thing I remember was some fidgety scene that may have involved a military installment. I remember seeing a big blue sign with white lettering on it in the snow that said, "Faggy". I dunno.

Tribal Imposter

I am watching a movie about an anthropologist who is living with a native tribe. Jake comments on the scene where, after eating the native spicy food, the anthropologist has to take a huge shit. He washes his hands in a regular bathroom and there is a girl who also comes out of a stall and washes her hands. They join the tribe in the circle around a fire.

Suddenly, I am part of the tribe. Whether I am "part" of it or not, I'm not sure because while they are all black, I am still white and also have no relationship with them. We get a message from a lady somehow informing us that there is a huge storm coming and we must all walk to the safe weather house. We're all kind of disappointed as if we've been there before and really don't want to go. It doesn't take us long to walk there and its only just beginning to rain. Its dark out but I can make out the details of the area. There are a ton of trees, we are in a forest, but the path to the house has been cleared. It's muddy but none of us mind.

The house itself doesn't look like it should for a weather safety house. Its a usual wood building with chipped paint, it looks pretty old and out of the norm in the woods. I wonder to myself why the tribe would let modern man come into the forest so easily, but I don't apply the fact that this building is old and therefore the expansion must have happened quite a long time ago. To enter the house, we don't go through the main door. We all step through a fake painting on the outside of the house. It looks like a black and white framed painting, but its actually silk flaps that we can walk into.

Inside, against one wall there are little cubby holes for each of us. Some are built for two people, and the couples go into them, as if all was pre-set for us (or as if we've been here before, recently). I run to the last one, half knowing its where I belong and half thinking if I don't get a cubby to stay in, I won't have one. We all get settled in. Mine is relatively empty, as is all the others, though some have blankets and pictures on the walls. Everyone starts talking to eachother in their usual dramas and friendships.

The lady who called us in here is really nice. She might be an anthropologist herself, perhaps thats why she is taking care of us tonight and runs this building. She calls attention to us and on a huge chalkboard on the opposite wall she has written the alphabet. Everyone is bored with it but we are handed little chalkboards and try to write it down. She explains the letters and then in a strange yet understanding way she explains the song behind the "alphabet song", the accents on each letter when you sing and how they relate to other sounds you can make, and how "big" or "little" the sound is. A few of the tribe people understand this completely and laugh at her elementary way of explaining things. My conscious dream mind daydreams of the thought of musically inclined people.

I come back to the dream and start drawing the letters but remember that I am an educated person and don't want to be "found out", so I draw them with my left hand. The lady comes over to me and she has a little see through plastic page with black lettering. Its an astrology chart. I ask about the Chinese horoscope and she says this one is the Zodiac. I talk to her about it and she asks if I'm a leo. I say yes, and she says she is too, that she was born on August first. We begin talking about the tribe. I leave behind me the notion of "fitting in" with them, and talk about how its like having your own soap opera always with you because of the intricate dramas always happening. While we talk, the tribe people are all just talking, fighting, laughing, etc.

I wake up and it looks like lightening is illuminating my room. Not just light-wise, but everything in my room is highlighted by lightening streaks and the windows are completely white. I do a reality check, I seem to be awake, and wonder if this is just more of the winter thunder storms that has happened. I go back to sleep.

Everyone has left the building or something, and I am outside in the darkness gliding/running very very fast across muddy hills. I see a modern house and hear a voice that tells me "they are inside" and so I glide to it. On the porch, I'm welcomed in by a black lady who has a motherly aura. We go into the kitchen and she's making dinner. I lean on the counter and we discuss how one of the tribes people, a 20 something woman, is living here and is trying to fit into modern society. She has wrecked her life somehow, getting into drugs and prostitution and lacking any education. Her memory comes to mind. On her chest, she has one of those microdermal implants. It's a circle with a piercing in the middle, and a sun tattooed around it. Her whole face has piercings and dot tattoos. I wonder how she fits in with the people of this area and age. The motherly woman asks if she can move in with me because she needs a place. I tell her she is my sister, even if we are very different and of course I will take her in.

Book Thief

I am with Autumn and her parents and another man and we go to a gift store (which is where Goodwill is in waking life). Inside I begin to look at the books and everyone scurries off into their own directions. On a rack I find a book by the same author as a Series of Unfortunate Events (I can tell not by the name but by the artwork/similar appearance). The title amazes me: How To Be A Lucid Dreamer! I have a dream memory of wanting this book very badly, ritually looking up reviews and prices online.
I don't have any money with me though, so I carry it around and intend to steal it. My mom comes to look at the books and I tell her I brought this book into my life and we both celebrate a little before I walk away. I start looking at little zebra sculptures that are for sale on one wall and daydream of a dream memory: I am asking Autumn to put a zebra sculpture in her bag for me to take it because I am too nervous. I feel bad about it and the guilt hits my "present" dream self, so I stop daydreaming. I walk over to a mini train that is running on a track circling a platform. I sit on the platform and go through the pages of my book. An electronic tag falls out, the kind that make sensors go off if you take it without paying, so I carry it around separately. I don't throw it away immediately because I know the techie who is in charge of that kind of thing in this store is somewhere near by.

I go back to the main part of the store and there is a giant dunk tank and folding chairs placed to watch it. Everyone in the store save a few shoppers are sitting down watching, so I do too. They say they are dunking all the people who steal from the store. I wonder how many people there are, but realize its one man who is representing all of the thieves. He has a disgusting mutilated Halloween face mask on and a belly shirt. His stomach is huge and over stretched. They dunk him, and the water makes his stomach rise and fall in slow motion. Everyone is laughing at how fat he is, but this is part of the act and he doesn't take offense. I really don't want to watch this idiotic scene anymore, so Autumns family leaves, though Autumn isn't with us.

Before we leave, I am simultaneously in the back seat of the car and inside the store. I ask the man driving if I can have four dollars so I can buy the book. The Dalai Lama is in the passenger seat and turns around and tells me "you're really getting into something". My heart jumps at recognition from such a high being. I don't pay for the book, we just leave, and that seems to be part of the driver's joke he quietly has with me. I give him back the money. He gives me back the same amount of bills, but its 3 one dollar bills and 1 one hundred dollar bill. I laugh and give it back to him: I don't need it.


Frag

I am in the back seat of Jacks car. Jack is driving and Andrew is in the passenger seat. We are going around the highway looking at dead animals. We see an orange cat in the middle of the road and a fox on the shoulder. I get a text from Heather and she asks me to come over, I say sure and tell Jack to drop me off. I get worried about her seeing Jacks car. My POV switches to upstairs in Heathers house (usually she lives in a one story house) and looking out the window, seeing the car. I tell Jack to drop me off at the beginning of the driveway, but its really snowy so I know that wont work. I dont know what to do.

50 Cent and I were just hanging out and havin' a good time. Then The Rock came up to us and told us to follow him. We did and he led us to an African jungle. When we got in, there was an African tribe there with spears ready. They speared The Rock and 50 Cent and I ran for cover and then fought our way out of the forest. With guns of course.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG


00:00 GMT – Sleep

Political speech and endangered tribe
A guy I know, who is president of a political party has presented a proposal in the Parliament and he is causing a lot of fuss. [this came from an open letter this guy actually wrote about a petition to present to the Parliament and which I read during the day.]
Then I’m on an excursion with him. On the way to wherever we’re going he is telling a story to all the participants- supposed to be with a moral to it but nobody is taking it seriously. He then looks at me looking for some support and I nod and smile, showing I totally understand what he means. We both look through the window nostalgic, almost as if looking deep into each other.
Then we arrive at a place in the jungle where there’s a tribe whose culture is disappearing. The excursion people are gathered around a table, eating some delicacies they are serving to us and I am completely obsessed about some yellow cookies that are quickly disappearing – I take all the last ones for me!
We’re on some kind of house carved on a stone wall and through a hole (kind of tiny window for the air to pass) I see a tribe kid peeping. I feel curious to meet him and go outside after him. I see an old lady still living in accordance with their traditions but the youngsters I see are polluted with western culture.
I sit down with some kids (don’t know if it the same kid I saw before, these seem older) and we talk about how they live their culture and they couldn’t care less, they don’t feel attracted to the old ways anymore, think it’s boring. I feel sad that we, foreigners, are more aware of the beauty and profoundness of their traditional and wise relationship with the cosmos than they are.

7:00 GMT – Wake up

This is the second dream I had on April 29th, 2010.


Dream starts off with me and my friend Becky atop a mountain at night. It is night time and we are in a desolate mountain range as there are only forest covered mountains on either side of us as far as the eye can see in all directions. The full moon is our only illumination. There is an old Victorian style mansion halfway down the mountain so we walk there. Despite the remote location, the mansion is a popular destination for touists and the place is full of people. People come and go in and out of the building almost nonstop even though it is the middle of the night. The thing is though, that the sign advertising the mansion is considered cursed and no one will touch the fallen lettering on the outside of the building, even though everyone wants to see it restored. I think belief in curses is ridiculous so I go over and rehang the fallen lettering. Everyone, including my friend, now believes that I am now somehow cursed and will not come near me. In fact I am forced to leave by being chased off the property and have to wander the mountains alone.

The dream kind of changes. My physical appearance changes to that of a young man dressed in primitive animal furskins rags and though I am still in the vast mountain range in which this dream started, my friend and the mansion (and all the other people) have disappeared and I am in the post-apocalyptic world that the first dream took place in - except it is a few hundred years later and things have gotten so bad that humans have reverted into primitive warring tribes living off the land. I wander through the vast mountain for ages, hungry and alone until I come across a small tribe of people living in some caves on the side of a particularily steep mountain. They are initially suspicious of me and keep my at bay until I convince them that I am unarmed, lost and hungry. I find out by chatting to a few people that the tribe are Goddess worshippers who have exiled themselves from the rest of the world so that they could practice their faith in peace since most of the other tribes still ascribe to the "archaic" patriarchal Abrahamic religions and still violently war with each other because of it. The chief of this tribe, an elderly lady who looks as old as the mountains themselves, tells me that they have revived the Goddess religion of human pre-history because the fighting between the warlike patriarchal religions are why civillization collapsed and brought about the apocalypse in the first place. They live on the seculded mountain range to avoid persecution.

After talking to the chieftess I am welcomed to stay with the tribe and encouraged to participate in a competition of strength and skill between the men. The winner will be hailed as the Protector Hero of the tribe and be rewarded with the responsibilty of guarding the tribe's safety, which is a huge honour for them. I protest at first because even though my dream character has changed into someone other than the me of reality, I still think I am female even though I now have a male body. The tribe tease me for as a man it is appalling to them that I back down from a challange, but I have no idea how to explain to them that I have a girl spirit inside my male body. Someone suggests that I am a good candidate for Protector Hero because of my modesty (which is very Goddess-like) and every tribesperson seems to agree except for two. Amidst the men of the tribe a young, muscular man appears and challenges the tribe's eagerness to bless me without the trials of the competition. He seems a few years my elder, but is extremely handsome and my girlspirit instantly develops a crush on him. The other man is a shaman of the tribe who also happens to be the uncle of the challenger. I agree that it is not fair for any titles to be bestowed without testing the strength and skill of all competitors and insist that I am not participating in the challange anyway. The men scoff and say that I cannot refuse as it is the way of their tribe and as a new member I have no choice to comply lest I be expelled to survive on my own. The young man tells me his name is Atka and we set off immediately for the first challenge which is a deer hunt in a nearby forested valley.

Every man is successful in catching a deer for the tribe to eat except me, partly because I have no idea how to hunt with a bow and arrow and the deer I was about to shoot at is quickly shot first by Atka who was hiding in some nearby bushes. I stalk another deer but it too is claimed by quick and hidden Atka. I score a deer finally but I am not strong enough to carry it over my shoulder like all the other men and have to abandon it where it lay. Atka, carrying a deer over each shoulder, jeers at me. He considers me an intruder and a rival - for he was the favoured candidate to become the next Protector Hero of the tribe until I showed up. I am determined to win the next part of the challenge, just so he'll notice me in a good way because my girlspirit is still going gaga over him. I am the only one to return to the camp without a deer. After we have eaten and night has fallen I am sitting alone by the fire, unable to sleep, when Atka's shaman uncle approaches me and tempts me with magical gifts that would supposedly assist me in winning the competition. When I refuse the magical gifts (because the dubious and suspicious offer is way too obviously a trick) he then offers to make the most beautiful woman in the tribe fall in love with me if I throw the challenge. When I too refuse that he becomes enraged and summons some shadowy spirits from the surrounding forest to attack me. I grab my bow and shoot at the shadows, but they are hard to see in the flickering light of the dying fire, and being noncorporal spirits, the arrows go right through them (though somehow they are able to hurt me). I begin shooting arrows in a panic in all directions and the shadowy spirits suddenly retreat as one of my frantic shots strikes the shaman in the chest. He howls in pain then quickly retreats into the night. I am afraid that I will be driven from the tribe for injuring one of their reveared shamans, (and be forever hated by the heartthrob Atka for hurting his uncle) but no one emerges from the caves to investigate the ruckus.

The next challenge occurs the next day at dawn. The remaining shamans of the group (Atka's uncle is no where to be found, but equally no one save Atka seems to miss him and I am still too scared of being driven from the tribe to confess the events of the night) demand that all participants perform a miraculous event saying that if we are favoured by the Goddess that nothing is impossible. One by one all of the participants fail to do anything special and are eliminated from the competition until only Atka and I are left. I am to go first so I will myself into the shape of a fish and plonk myself into a nearby stream and start swimming around. Atka tries to one up me by transforming himself into an otter, leaping into the same stream and catching me in his teeth. He surfaces and shows off to the men who appaud wildly because not only am I trapped in his mouth as a fish, but I am also trapped in the body of the fish whilst he has a hold of me and he is yet able to revert back to his human form. He tosses me around in the air a few times to make his point before throwing me back into the stream, where I am able to finally revert to normal. The men all have a good laugh at my expense. Point to Atka.

The next challange consists of Atka and I having to climb down the steep side of the mountain with no protective gear or ropes, pick a rare red flower that grows in the valley below and then returning up the mountain again. It is a race as well as a test of physical endurance. It is midday and the sun glaring down upon the bare mountain side feels like it is going to bake me alive because unlike Atka, I did not strip off my furskin top before beginning the challenge - add this to the extreme physical exertion needed to cling to the rockface I begin sweating like crazy. Though Atka is older and more muscular than I, he is under no stress whatsoever, even though I am ahead at first. Eventually my hands are sweating too much and my body too tired for me to carry on and I silently conceed defeat and start climbing back up the mountain.

As I pass Atka, he strikes out with a hearty fist and knocks my block off, and knocks me right off the block. I am pretty sure I am falling to my death and though I am not scared I resign myself to my fate. I don't feel any anger towards Atka, though I do ponder the contradiction between the peacefullness of the tribe and his overly aggressive competitiveness. It is a long drop but when I hit the bottom I kind of bounce off something soft and coushy. I have landed on the rare red flower that I am supposed to retrieve except I have a new dilemma now because the flower is absolutely massive, being the size of a VW Microbus. I lay on my rose bed and contemplate for a moment what to do next (and enjoy the cool breeze while I catch my breath). Atka is still a ways up the mountain so I know I have time. Remembering how I transformed into the fish I climb off the giant rose and will myself to grow in size so that I am as tall as the mountains. I mearly have to pluck the rose from the ground (which is now the size of the nail on my pinkyfinger) and place it on the mountain ledge where the tribe is waiting.

Atka is not yet completely down the mountain but he decides to copy me and lets himself fall off. Before he is able to grow himself large and copy my feat I am able to revert back to my normal size and land on the ledge where the rose is, which also shrinks to a normal rose size. The tribe welcomes my return and Atka begrudgingly follows shortly after. This round to me, but we are not done yet as there is one more challenge apparently. Before it can be explained Atka's uncle returns and accuses me of asking him to help me cheat as well as trying to kill him the night before. I don't have any proof that reality is the reverse and figure that the tribe will take the word of a respected shaman over the word of an outsider anyway. I also don't have proof that Atka punched me in the face and knocked me off the mountainside and my girlspirit is heartbroken because of what he did. I meet the accusations with bitter silence because I am angry, frustrated and despondant. Just as I expect, the tribe asks me to leave when I cannot refute the allegations. Still clinging the rose I retreived at the bottom of the mountain I am escorted by the men of the tribe to a path that leads away from the tribal camp and told never to return.

Atka looks on without saying anything, his facial expression stern and unreadable. My girlspirt surges up one more time and I shyly offer him the rose, not sure how he'll respond to what looks like a guy offering him a flower. After a brief and almost akward silence, he accepts the gift and even smiles at me. Suddenly the mountain begins to shake violently and everyone is thrown to the ground. The shaking stops after a few moments and I stand and put my head literaly into a cloud. The mountain has doubled in size and now towers over all others in the entire mountain range. Everyone starts jumping up and down and cheers. Apparently I just passed the final challenge by allowing my heart to reugn over my mind, and thus elevated the entire tribe to Nirvana or something. It is revealed that the whole tribe knows about Atka and his uncle attacking me and the test was about forgiveness or something, which I did in the end and magically I am transformed back into a woman. The end of the dream becomes distorted and fragmented and I cannot remember anymore.