Sound like good ideas, thanks for the advice. I'll let you know how I go after trying those out.
For the last week or so I've been very distracted as I was on a big hiking trip and often I wasn't thinking about dreams at all when I went to bed, and when I woke up I didn't have time to write them down or anything, but I managed to pen one.
Day Four - Thirteenth of January
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Day Five - Fourteenth of January
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Day Six - Fifteenth of January
Nothing to report.
Day Seven - Sixteenth of January
Nothing to report.
Day Eight - Seventeenth of January
Nothing to report.
Day Nine - Eighteenth of January
On this morning I could clearly remember the dream I had, and thus I took extra efforts to write it down before I had to get out of bed. It was very strange, and at first set in my house, and the rest was set in some tree village place. I recall that I was an elf of some sort in what seemed like a Tolkien-ish world. Not suprising since such concepts fascinate me.
I recall someone (another elf) coming into my house and opening up one of my cupboards. My collection of gemstones and crystals which I have gathered over the years was sitting in the cupboard on a shelf. He took a stone which I remember clearly - it was purple crystal in the shape of a tear, with rings of greyish stone running around it. It was very beautiful, and the elf made me take it with me as he took me back to the elf village.
I was told it was a magical stone (in my head I called it a Silmaril, even though none of them actually called it that) which could give me any power I wanted or allow me to create, have or do anything I pleased, however, to use it meant that one's soul was damned and would be tortured in hell forever. They knew this because when elves die, their souls can be communicated with through some form of divinatory summoning or spiritual ritual performed by the living; yet the souls of those who had used this stone in the past were nowhere to be found, and thus presumed to be in hell.
I was torn between using this magical item to fulfil my hearts desires and suffer without end for such a choice, or to not use it, and instead be assured that my soul would be safe. I remembered that this was a tough decision, as it has always been a philosophy of mine that one should do what they want without fear of punishment from the divine or of the soul. However, now that I had to make the decision, it was much harder, and I really feared what would happen to me if I used it.
I cannot remember if I used it or not. Somehow, a fight broke out, and I recall elves holding spears with huge, silver blades and mighty crested helmets. Then, some other elves in white robes intervened and stopped the fighting, and shepherded us all into a room. I asked what we were doing and they said they needed to talk to us about Jesus. I realised that they were trying to convert us all; and then I heard them saying 'but these wont do, we also need to round up the Catholics, and the Protestants, and the Lutherans....' as if to say that these other Christian sects were in need of conversion.
I resisted their conversion attempts and stole a weapon and escaped, fearing for what would happen if the rest of the elves were converted to Christianity.
I then woke up, and fell to sleep again very quickly. The next dream I had was like this:
I was walking through the audience crowd at a school Christmas concert from a few years back. I somehow bumped into a Chinese man who spoke very little enlish. I told him I was looking for my Chinese friend and he said he knew where he and his family were, and pointed me towards the stage.
I went closer to the stage and saw my Chinese friend and his family singing Christmas carols in Chinese, holding Chinese flags. Suddenly they were joined by two white kids and they all started singing western carols. The whole orchestra on the stage started playing along. I snuck up onto the stage and looked at the sheet music of what they were playing, but was confused when I saw that the music for the Chinese carols was titled as a traditional Ukrainian song.
Day Ten - Ninteenth of January
Nothing to report.
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