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I open my eyes.

I am standing upright, and I feel a bit groggy from sleep. I look down at my body, and I see that I'm wearing a plain white t-shirt, denim jeans, and some generic black canvas shoes. I look to my left. Then to my right. I realize I'm standing in a small circular clearing. I see nothing but tall, yellowish grass all around me. I can smell the distinct fragrance of...wheat? I walk closer to the grass and I hold my hand out to touch it. Wheat indeed! I realize now that I am standing in the middle of a wheat field (Ya don't say!). The crops are up to my waist, and I am paranoid about snakes lurking beneath them. I decide to return to the middle of the clearing and lie down.

I fold my arms beneath my head and cross my ankles. I look up at the sky. Weird, I thought. It's so bright, yet my eyes don't hurt at all. I notice that there are no clouds -- just a clear, bright, blue sky. Suddenly, I hear a rustling sound in the distance. I lie there frozen, and I instantly close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. (Like it's gonna work )

I hear light footsteps coming closer towards me. Then a young girl's voice whispers into my ear, "Open your eyes. Talk to me." Her voice sounds vaguely familiar, I just can't put my finger on it.

At this point, I am not sure if she is indeed a nice girl who wants to talk, or if she's trolling me. Hell, she might even be just some super buff ginormous dude with a tiny girl's voice waiting to murder me!

I slowly open my eyes, and to my surprise, I see myself kneeling beside me! The little girl is me! At least the 10 year old version of me. And she is also wearing exactly the same clothes as I am. I cautiously sit up, and shift into a squatting position. She stands up, walks in front of me, and squats as well. "Ask me anything you wanna know," she says. "Anything?," I ask. "Anything. But only one," she replies.

I look down at the ground and think for a moment. Ffuuu, I have no idea what to ask. And this is a bit awkward..talking to myself and all. After a minute of awkward silence, I finally think of something. "Aha! I know what to ask you," I tell her. "What?," she replies. I take a second to gather my thoughts before finally asking, "What is the biggest realization I will have in my life?"

I look at her, and she immediately starts standing up. She slowly pats the back of her jeans, after which she turns her back and proceeds to walk away. "Wait!," I shout. "The answer...what is it?," I ask her.

She pauses, then turns to face me.

"Jesus is Asian."

She turns her back again and slowly walks away into the wheat field.

I stand there, stunned. In epiphany. HOLY CRAPAMOLEY! Jesus IS Asian!!

Everything fades to black.

I start to awaken from my dream.

I open my eyes.

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LOL. This was non-lucid and I don't mean for it to be preachy and/or racist.

Had these dreams last night, but now I can hardly remember any of them. Still wanna record them though.

First part: I was shooting a gun. It was really big and silver, but had glowy purple streaks on it and the bullets exploded when they hit things. I was at a target range but instead of shooting at the fake paper-people I was shooting at real people. But they just kind of stood there like they were drugged up or something.

Second part (There was a lot more, but I only remember this part): I was like this lion-thing, and my friend was like this deer-thing. I was normal colored, but my friend was dark grey. We weren't exactly those types of animals but that's as close as i can get to describing our appearances. At first we were regular people, though. We were standing in a wheat field talking about something, and I don't remember what, but my friend was getting really angry at me. She was giving me these death glares for whatever reason, and I felt like I didn't deserve them. She turned around and started to ignore me. Then a group of people came running at us. They were all decked out in tribal paint and had on hula skirts and stuff, and they wanted to kill us. We ran away and managed to get a good distance between us and the people, but then I tripped over a bump in the ground. When I stood up we were the animals I mentioned earlier.

There was fire everywhere, and I was about to run through it and hope I didn't die when my friend pointed out that the 'bump' I tripped over was actually a hole. We went down the hole to an underground cave. It was really big, and had a green glow. For some reason I kept calling it a limestone cave. There were all sorts of dangerous ledges and paths, and below us was pure blackness. It looked like if you fell of you'd keep falling. We wandered around for a bit until we found a ladder back up to the prairie. Somehow, even though we were still animals, we climbed the ladder. When we were above ground again, instead of being on the field, we were climbing up the side of a canyon. There wasn't any ground anymore, just the bottom of the canyon, and I don't know what happened to the cave, so we had to keep climbing the ladder.

We made it to a ledge and got off the ladder, so it was behind us acting as a 'guard rail' so we couldn't fall off. There was a split in the canyonside in front of us, and it looked like rocks had tumbled into the split filling it up. It was really narrow, and almost vertical, but we were still able to climb up it. My friend had made it to the top where it was flat, but I was still climbing when the tribal people showed up again. I couldn't really defend myself where I was so I just kept climbing. One of them wearing this weird moosehead type of hat started stabbing me with his spear. (His hat looked like moose antlers, and was about the same size, but it was made of gold.) One time when he stabbed me his spear got stuck in me, so when he tried to yank it back he fell off. His hat fell off too, and landed on my head somehow.

When I got to the top finally, all the tribal people gasped and started clapping and cheering. I just looked around like 'wtf', and my friend told me the moosehead hat was a symbol to them or something. I said, "well I guess they don't care that i just killed that guy then", but then the original moosehead guy popped up from where we climbed and was clapping too. His head was really gross; it was all lumpy and disfigured like the hat was hollow and his head had grown into it, leaving it the shape of the moose antlers. Which makes me question how the hat came off his head in the first place... Anyways, we were back to being people now. I gave them back their hat and we ran away (on the field again now) in case they changed their minds and wanted to kill us again. Then I woke up.

Morning of June 16, 2007. Saturday.



I have had variations of this dream setting most of my life. I first started calling it the “Enchanted Forest” in 1968 (at age seven), after the Harvey comic book location (for example as with “Casper the Friendly Ghost”) which likely influenced it.

There is a place that you can get to by way of a certain older dirt road (sometimes a rut road), and often part of the road is slightly muddy and overgrown so that many people do not know it is there even though it only takes moving a bush or tall grasses aside.

This place that is seemingly only in my dreams is fairly large (I am sometimes able to estimate the distance from how far it goes before coming out near a highway on the other side, though coming out of the area before my dream ends does not often occur). There are some turns; I would say about four main changes before you get to the “best” areas in the apparent middle. I often show two or more people (often friends or former classmates) where it is and feel a great joy at going in to show them around and we usually go in at about a twenty-two degree angle (about half of the standard vertical diagonal of forty-five degrees) and I am not certain, but we always seem to be going in from the west with a particular seemingly familiar area of entry.

There are usually areas that are so “hidden” (from other parts of the nearby path), that such a thing would not be possible in real life, especially near a main road. There is also sometimes an idea of animals around that cannot be found anywhere else; often certain types of bears, wolves, or wild boars, but with no stronger fear factor involved; just the knowledge of what direction to go from that point if becoming aware of one.

Most of the time, the secret forest seems to reflect the same mood as always or fictional “memories”, and it seems that I had been the only one to know about the area for a long time. It is so clear, it is sometimes possible to make a general map of the area (though it would not be exact, as sometimes, it seems to change slightly, often relative to slight flooding or more plant growth in different versions). The area usually also reflects an amazing feeling of appreciation which is hard to explain.

There are only a couple of other places (both fictional) that I have dreamt about (about half as often) many times; an area in an unknown city near a certain set of streets where there are also train tracks, and some sort of eerie area in a bigger city which often has a hint of potential danger of some kind of large rat (which also always has the same mood but more eerie than the others).

This time, near the ending point of my dream, after we are back in town, I am somewhat lucid. At least, lucid enough to think to myself of the phrase “this dream seems so real, I can make out the reflections in water moisture on the bark of the trees” (which I can). I am amazed at the details of the buildings and the plants, and take it all in. Some of the homes on a particular street look amazing, with beautiful ornate details.

After a little while, my dream becomes less vivid as I am waking. I notice that one of the people who had apparently been with me is a young girl, but is not really a girl at all; more like some sort of walking plant with no actual human characteristics. The “arms” and “legs” seem to be made out of corn-silk and there is no actual head (or even “body” so to speak); just a cluster of wheat or corn husk or some such. I find it quite odd, yet the other people I am with seem normal, but I do not say anything. It actually seems like some sort of “familiar” entity and faithful “friend” but I do not recall seeing “her” at any previous time in any dream, at least not in this particular unusual form.

Morning of October 17, 1981. Saturday.



In this dream, I am walking with my old science teacher from high school when I lived in Arcadia (though we seem to be in Wisconsin in my dream). There is a mix of other males including a couple classmates from WWTC (WWTI at the time), and some coworkers from Eco (Ecology) 3 in La Crosse. We are walking through a large wheat field which seems to go on forever at first. The science teacher (who is male, but not very intelligent for his station) is talking on and on about something, but it is not clear what he is saying. I believe it may relate to whatever job is being set before us all to do.

Over time, we seem to be at work somehow getting wool from the wheat field (rather than from sheep - yet it is somehow still sheep’s wool), as some sort of industrial product for other companies. Eventually however, I am the only one left in the field, as everyone else is gone.

Over time, I find my way into a machine shop similar to the one I worked at in real life (Eco 3), but it seems to be abandoned. There are piles of wool sitting randomly askew over various punch-presses and drill-presses, much of it hanging off the edges. There is a strange mournful feeling as if everyone else had died or perhaps abandoned their life’s purpose. Later on, the pure white wool seems to have naturally changed into dirty or tainted “steel wool” from just sitting around for a long time - but is like wet, rusty iron (in a sponge-like form) that crumbles fairly easily, as if the workers did not perform their duties in time, I think, or again, perhaps all died before finishing their work and so the factory was then perhaps closed or abandoned from there. It seems an enigma, though.

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This dream dramatizes oversleeping. The dream state is represented by “wool” (and the field is recognized autosymbolism for liminal space, a specific level of awareness in REM sleep) and then the iron manifests as potential thinking skills and logic that is only viable in consciousness. It becomes rusty from both physical inactivity in sleeping an hour or so longer and the slower Saturday morning waking transition. The association with “steel wool” and its appearance may or may not be incidental, though again, the metal is mostly perceived as rusty iron, with steel typically associated in waking life with “stainless”.

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