Bloody hell, I forgot to write down my dreams. |
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Last edited by ninja9578; 10-11-2010 at 04:22 PM.
Bloody hell, I forgot to write down my dreams. |
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Last edited by ninja9578; 02-11-2010 at 01:30 PM.
Again, don't remember anything. |
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I remember being kicked in the back and it being very painful, then people trying to get me to leave, which I eventually did and something about dancing to ABBA |
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Not even a fragment from last night |
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I got really really stoned last night, don't remember any dreams. Some weird, multidimensional HH though. |
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Again, nothing. |
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Shit, I remember flying, but not anything else. It may have been lucid Other than that, just a very sexual dream with Ruby. |
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I have a miriade of fragments, but I don't remember what order they went in. Maggie had torn apart Valerie's kitchen, I was wrestling then making out with Meghan, flirting with a cashier at a store... |
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No dreams, got high. |
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Got high again, no dreams. |
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Nothing. Nina might have been involved again, but if so we just chatted. |
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# of LDs so far: DILD-1, WILD-0, Awareness-5
Max Dreams recalled in one night: 3
Goals: Learn to fly [] - Find out more about myself [] - Explore the sea [] - Pray in an LD []
Read my DJ: Whirlwind of Dreams
Read my current research: CAT Research
Read my meditation experiences: Meditation Experiences
Yeah, it's appropriate, why wouldn't it be? |
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No dreams tonight, just fragments. |
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# of LDs so far: DILD-1, WILD-0, Awareness-5
Max Dreams recalled in one night: 3
Goals: Learn to fly [] - Find out more about myself [] - Explore the sea [] - Pray in an LD []
Read my DJ: Whirlwind of Dreams
Read my current research: CAT Research
Read my meditation experiences: Meditation Experiences
It wasn't my decision to lower the age limit. I brought up my journal in the argument against it. I will post however dirty many dreams that I wish. |
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Hmm... I remember being in some sort of retreat or something. My brother was there, Ania was there and she had a splinter in her hand. I tried to help her get it out, but couldn't. There was also a weird maze, which was a crumbling wooden staircase which circled. Weird, I don't remember how all of this went together. |
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Something about being in Honesdale and carrying a pizza for Sara Wentz |
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