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It was brought to my attention, that I didn't mention if these were sleeping dreams.

But they were.

I don't feel the need to say that in a dream journal area, because that is what it is for. And I don't feel I need to put the other parts that were around these dreams...because I tend to dream lucid for long stretches.

I only put here, the ones that have to do with others, here.
And if I wake physically here, from that dream or place, then I write that.

There was one dream, inbetween these, so I will date and post it.

1-1-10

I was on a boat I used to be on sometimes, the Victory II from Cape Cod, but it was not really that boat...

I was on the deck, and I was holding onto the rail, just standing there, watching. I knew it was not my dream. There was a nor'easter, and the waves were so big, the boats top rail was almost going under them, they were washing over the deck...

And all these people were dead bodies. Not just on the boat...for a while I was on shore, and they were all around...and then I was back on the boat, and they were everywhere.

They were in positions, like they were in the middle of doing something, and just died there. And there was a middle area, with the bodies all around, and while I was walking through there, I could smell them even, that smell.
And there were too many bodies for anyone alive still to move them, because there was only a few alive people. And they were not in the same place as me, they didn't even notice me.

I didn't want to stay there, so I went to find the bathroom, (I use them like a portal when I am in other people's dreams) {like Raven mentioned, to not interfere}but I was slipping in and out of it some, so when I found it, I was going in to go pee, and there was one alive guy outside the door, so when I went in, I locked it. Not a lock like in house doors, it was one of the little slide locks, because it was a plywood sort of door, with no regular handle...so that was the way to close it and not have it open in the waves.

But when I turned around, in the corner there was a pile of dead people bodies, and there was a sheet over the first part of them, and then more on top of that. And I felt like the people alive still had maybe tried to move them at first, but where could they get put, on a boat?
And the smell...it was so much, in that small space.

But I had to go pee anyways, so I went to, and when I sat down on the toilet there to go pee, then this spider climbed on my leg, and kept touching my leg, like moving it's foot there, and it made me think of someone...

I could feel them, and then looking around this boat, I wondered what it was, and why I was there, because it was someone elses dream. It was this hugest contrast, and it was so huge, that it was almost hard for me to feel all the space inbetween it.
So I started to speak softly to the spider, and it stayed there, it didn't go away...

For a moment then, I was on the deck again, and the waves...and there were two alive girls there. But I was still talking to the spider, because it stayed on my leg...I had a skirt on, so it could.

And then I woke here...but I have not been in a dead people dream for so long. If I was small enough, I would have hugged the little spider.

I will probably be over here with the spider, because I am not so interested in being around all these other people trying to come to some understanding of their fear of death.

I can do it sometimes, and other times, it is too overwhelming. I can feel their fear.


And that is why I left the leaf.

I have been going to the warm water springs since I was small, and I didn't ask for others to come there, but there they were.

Something about these springs, when those oozing fears are left in them, they still get dreamt...

I found myself there. Over to the right, running my fingers over the small leaves around me. And hearing them.

I could feel, someone, more of them...

For a few moments. 'show her where it is'....

I felt the wind inside, and went into it...there was someone I was going with. So I went to find him.

People pulled bodies from collapsed homes, covering them with sheets by the side of the road. Passersby lifted the sheets to see if a loved one was underneath. Outside a crumbled building the bodies of five children and three adults lay in a pile.

The president, in his first interview since the earthquake, said the country was destroyed and he believed there were thousands of people dead but was reluctant to provide a number.

"We have to do an evaluation," Préval said, describing the scene as "unimaginable."

"Parliament has collapsed. The tax office has collapsed. Schools have collapsed. Hospitals have collapsed," he said. "There are a lot of schools that have a lot of dead people in them." Among those trapped inside the Parliament building but still alive was the president of the Haitian Senate, Kely Bastien.

Préval said he had traveled through several neighborhoods and seen the damage. "All of the hospitals are packed with people. It is a catastrophe," he said.

According to media reports, survivors were digging through the rubble and stacking bodies along the streets of Port-au-Prince, Haiti's capital,

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Préval said he has not slept since the earthquake. Other people slept in the streets because they were afraid to sleep in their homes, he said.

"This is a catastrophe," the first lady, Elisabeth Préval, said. "I'm stepping over dead bodies. A lot of people are buried under buildings. The general hospital has collapsed. We need support. We need help. We need engineers."


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``Just about all the lights are out in Port-au-Prince,'' he said Tuesday. ``People still screaming but the noise is dying as darkness sets.

Lots of rumors about which buildings were toppled. The Castel Haiti behind the Oloffson is a pile of rubble. It was eight stories high. Our guests are sitting out in the driveway.''

Women covered in dust crawled from the rubble wailing as others wandered through the streets holding hands. Thousands gathered in public squares late into the night singing hymns. Many gravely injured people still sat in the streets early Wednesday, pleading for doctors. With almost no emergency services to speak of, the survivors had few other options.


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said he was ``sitting in Port-au-Prince watching the mountain crumble.''

"There are too many people who need help ... We lack equipment, we lack body bags,"

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Death was everywhere in Port-au-Prince. Bodies of tiny children were piled next to schools. Corpses of women lay on the street with stunned expressions frozen on their faces as flies began to gather. Bodies of men were covered with plastic tarps or cotton sheets.


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I'll be going with the little spider.

I read about that earthquake... it's horrible. I'm glad to see you seem to be ok, and I hope all of your loved ones are safe.

I don't know anyone there physically. It just gets surreal.

You know, I don't know where you guys met those spiders, but they are not at all like the spider I know.

Hard-pressed recovery teams resorted to using bulldozers to transport loads of dead.

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But the silence of the dead otherwise was overwhelming in a city where uncounted bodies littered the streets in the 80-degree heat, and dust-caked arms and legs reached, frozen and lifeless, from the ruins. Outside the General Hospital morgue, hundreds of collected corpses blanketed the parking lot, as the grief-stricken searched among them for loved ones. Brazilian U.N. peacekeepers, key to city security, were trying to organize mass burials.


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Small groups by roadsides could be seen burying dead. Other dust-covered bodies were being dragged down streets, toward hospitals where relatives hoped to leave them. Countless remained unburied, stacked up, children's bodies lying atop mothers, tiny feet poking from blankets.

The injured, meanwhile, waited for treatment in makeshift holding areas — outside the General Hospital, for example, where the stench from piles of dead, just a few yards (meters) away, wafted over the assembled living. Crews began removing unclaimed bodies with bulldozers, dumping them into trucks, possibly for mass burial.

Waves in the earth, when the earth becomes liquid, is not something I have felt before.

Maybe something else could become apparent.

I saw the plywood door physically yesterday. It is a door to the bathroom, of the one the spider reminded me of. I knew I was trying to leave that dream, and somehow he found me.



In the sparsely populated wasteland of Titanyen, north of Port-au-Prince, burial workers on Wednesday said the macabre task of handling the never-ending flow of bodies was traumatizing.

"I have seen so many children, so many children. I cannot sleep at night and, if I do, it is a constant nightmare," said Foultone Fequiert, 38, his face covered with a T-shirt against the overwhelming stench.

The dead stick out at all angles from the mass graves — tall mounds of chalky dirt, the limbs of men, women and children frozen together in death. "I received 10,000 bodies yesterday alone," said Fequiert.

Workers say they have no time to give the dead proper religious burials or follow pleas from the international community that bodies be buried in shallow graves from which loved ones might eventually retrieve them.

"We just dump them in, and fill it up," said Luckner Clerzier, 39, who was helping guide trucks to another grave site farther up the road.

An Associated Press reporter counted 15 burial mounds at Clerzier's site, each covering a wide trench cut into the ground some 25 feet deep, and rising 15 feet into the air. At the larger mass grave, where Fequiert toiled, three earth-moving machines cut long trenches into the earth, readying them for more cadavers.

Others struggle to stem the flow of the dead.

But one amazing thing is they are still finding survivors amongst the destruction. Hope is not completely lost.

It is only for the accuracy.

Originally Posted by Raven Knight

But one amazing thing is they are still finding survivors amongst the destruction. Hope is not completely lost.

You said I didn't have to stay hidden from you. So I dreamt with you...but I had told you they wouldn't want me there.

And you knew I wouldn't leave something hurtful, you knew, and said that...but then changed it.

Now the posts are deleted, and I got this, from your jeff7echo


EDIT: PMs are not to be posted publicly.

People can be blocked or banned physically, but I didn't come into your room, and dream with you, physically.

What Moppon said, says something to be heard.
And if others are too closed off to even begin to listen, then I don't feel to be here, or share dreams with them.

I had already explained to nomad how people react to us, and all my boyfriend Moppon did, was speak once...and it sent everyone running.
And all I did, was to leave a bug. To me that is something special.

So really, you don't have to worry about my coming into any of your dreams, because I don't want to feel your fear.

I was told the same. I figured this triad dream group, they come off so hardcore against their perceived enemies in dreaming, and then when someone says something they don't like here, they go whining to the Mods.

So hey, she gets attacked by a wolf/dog.

And that isn't even trying or being EVIL.

Apparently, I was told, this is a private message board, so moderators can disregard freedom of speech in favor of whatever personal bias.

People take themselves so serious here, which comes off kind of childish.

There are no dream Mods...

Well, they got the floating meditaters.
I was told this was a private message board, so that justified censorship based on personal bias.
But this is a public message board. Even when not a member, you can still see the threads and read them.
Chances are, all around the world.

A private message board doesn't really exist, the closest being an exclusively email board.

I just know I won't be asking any Mods to protect me, if I get upset about written words.

Yeah, I found them floating there.

I was not told what you were, about it being a private board. Which it sure isn't. I was not given any reason, except that there had been complaints.

Thing is though, I was asked by raven, and by nomad...to share dreams.

So apparently that only lasts, when it is dreaming within what they consider acceptable. Because as soon as something happened that they didn't expect, or like, then next thing I know, I am being told there are multiple complaints, being Told to not post in ravens DJ, and being given a bann warning.

But not one of the dream team people spoke about it before then, to me, or at all actually.
The other dream where I dreamt raven knights dream, that is still there...So I don't feel there have been multiple complaints, I feel there were two complaints. One from Nomad, when you first posted, and one from Mosh, when I didn't run away from his inner tat investigation.

I see alot of other people posting there, and trying to share dreams with them...so it is certainly biased, because that is all we were doing there.

I know, if someone says something that hurts my feelings, I will either take responsibility for my reactions, or hande it myself with them.
I won't be running to teacher. Particularly when the teacher was in high school 3 years ago.

2-19-10

It was a fieldish place, but I noticed the humidity there. And I could smell the earth.

It went to this hill, so I went up on it, and was walking along the top side...the place had the dark light in it...and the humid moisture, right down into the earth...There were archway tunnel holes that had been dug into that hill. But most of the ones up top, where I was, they had been filled in with very dark soil earth.

I felt they had been, because that place would fill up with water. But there were newer ones down at the base? that were open.

I felt something behimd me, and stopped quietly, there by one tree, to turn and look? there was another girl there, walking, looking at the earth. She was walking along the top also, and she stopped by one covered in tunnel hole, brushing away some of the soil...and there was a hand/arm there. So I knew people were burried in this hill.

It felt like that was the hand of who she was looking for...

And I was looking, at all the other covered tunnels.

I was wondering, what was in the open tunnels...so going down the side of the hill, and walking along the base there, where the open tunnels were...

Inside of one, there were alive people in there. And I felt for a moment, to tell them that it was not a cozy hang out - that they would be burried in there.

But I guess they had not noticed the other closed up tunnels.

When I went near the opening though, I knew it was not my dream.
No one had seen or heard me, not even the girl on the hill, and I was right next to her.

FUNCHAL, Madeira Islands – Rescue workers dug frantically Sunday to free cars and homes buried under heaps of caked mud in Madeira, after torrential flash floods and mudslides killed at least 40 people on the popular Portuguese island.

More than 120 others were injured and an unknown number of others were missing, possibly swept away or smothered, authorities said, adding that they expected the death toll to rise.

Heavy rain lashed the island Saturday, turning some streets in capital of Funchal into raging rivers of mud, water and debris. The storm — the worst to hit the island since 1993 — also displaced 250 people.

Cars that had been swept downhill by muddy waters had landed, crumpled, on the rooftops of houses downstream. Rescue teams who had dug out one car from chocolate brown slime were seen working inside it, possibly to recover more bodies.

The death toll "will likely increase, given the circumstances of this flood," regional social services spokesman Francisco Ramos said, adding that there were "great difficulties" in communications.

The flash floods were so powerful they carved their own paths down mountains and through the city, churning under bridges and even tearing some down. Residents had to cling to railings to make sure they weren't swept away. Cars were consumed by the force of the water, and the battered shells of overturned vehicles littered the streets.

Rescue workers wearing helmets helped people cross at some places where the flow of the water wasn't so strong. The water swept even a heavy fire truck downstream, slamming into a tree, while rescuers on inflatable rafts navigated through streets looking for trapped residents.

The weather improved Sunday, making it easier for rescue workers to move around. Still, some roads and bridges were washed away while others were littered with uprooted trees, cars and boulders, all hampering search and rescue efforts.

Originally Posted by Mea

Yeah, I found them floating there.

I was not told what you were, about it being a private board. Which it sure isn't. I was not given any reason, except that there had been complaints.

Thing is though, I was asked by raven, and by nomad...to share dreams.

So apparently that only lasts, when it is dreaming within what they consider acceptable. Because as soon as something happened that they didn't expect, or like, then next thing I know, I am being told there are multiple complaints, being Told to not post in ravens DJ, and being given a bann warning.

But not one of the dream team people spoke about it before then, to me, or at all actually.
The other dream where I dreamt raven knights dream, that is still there...So I don't feel there have been multiple complaints, I feel there were two complaints. One from Nomad, when you first posted, and one from Mosh, when I didn't run away from his inner tat investigation.

I see alot of other people posting there, and trying to share dreams with them...so it is certainly biased, because that is all we were doing there.

I do not know if you will even find this since it seems you do not come here very often even though it is your own dream journal. This is unfortunate, I really like your writing style.

I found a couple of your posts and searched for more. I am very interested in shared dreaming. I have also seen posts from these other people you have mentioned. Wakingnomad, Ravenknight, and Manofshred. I considered contacting one of them, but your post made me hesitate. Asking you to dream with them and then trying to get you banned? That is pretty low. Are you still looking to share dreams? Maybe we could share a dream, you and I. I would love to have you dream my dream.

Originally Posted by Midnight Traveler

I do not know if you will even find this since it seems you do not come here very often even though it is your own dream journal. This is unfortunate, I really like your writing style.

I found a couple of your posts and searched for more. I am very interested in shared dreaming. I have also seen posts from these other people you have mentioned. Wakingnomad, Ravenknight, and Manofshred. I considered contacting one of them, but your post made me hesitate. Asking you to dream with them and then trying to get you banned? That is pretty low. Are you still looking to share dreams? Maybe we could share a dream, you and I. I would love to have you dream my dream.

You probably would not have to worry about it, they seem to only get upset with us.

I don't just dream with other people though.

I was drawn to them, for something beyond what is there. And Ravenknight is the first other person who I dreamt their dream, in a long while...

I prefer to just dream with my boyfriend. He does not get afraid.

Originally Posted by Mea

You probably would not have to worry about it, they seem to only get upset with us.

I don't just dream with other people though.

I was drawn to them, for something beyond what is there. And Ravenknight is the first other person who I dreamt their dream, in a long while...

I prefer to just dream with my boyfriend. He does not get afraid.

Ok. I do not see why anyone would be afraid to share a dream with you or anyone else. It is a dream, after all. If it is too much to handle, one has but to wake up. But I understand if you just want to dream with your boyfriend. Some dreams can be very private. Thank you for the quick response, though. I hope to see more of your dreams posted some day. Fare well.

I am not sure why people ask.
I have had shared dreaming with people, but it would happen, from some level of energetic connection.
If it was one I didn't feel I needed anymore, than I would feel across for the connection.

But it was never because I was afraid, it was only after I no longer was afraid.
if I wanted nothing to do with someone, because I couldn't deal with what they did, or how I would respond to it, then I would still be connected.
And naturally I would continue to draw them to me, regardless of whether I surrounded myself with other roleplayers.

But some of these dream journals, I just know when reading them,
They are like sci-fi, horror, fantasy fiction.

The site lacks enough people that really have gotten passed the first stages of dreaming, where they have more self awareness of why things manifest around them.

April 6, 2007

So it was three years.

I was in this car with two people I don't know, they were giving me a ride home.

Home was down this curved road, in a forest, and would be down this road, to the left.

It was very dark night. We kept going and going, to the right, and then we were on bridges, but there were so many, concrete bridges. They were really cool looking, arching over one another.

But I asked, 'where are we? I don't remember having to go by this to get where I live. Is this a city or something?'

But the girl in the front passenger seat, she said something back which had nothing to do with what I asked, and I couldn't feel her, so I figured that they were not real. I couldn't feel the guy who was driving either.

We went down a steep side of a bridge, and into this grass parking lot, but then it was dirt, like somewhere that had been parked on many times, and had been muddy at times, then dried.

I asked them again, 'where is this place?' but they just got out of the car and were gone.

When I got out of the car, my recess child was with me. There was a guy by a building, and we went over to him, and I asked him, 'Do you know where we are?'
He looked at me strange, so I said, 'no really, where is this place'

And he said to me, like I should know, 'It's John Brown's island'

Then he was showing us these bright red patches on his skin, and saying it was from blood pressure, but that it would be fine now. And RC pointed to his tummy, and said, 'oh, does it hurt? Because those are really cool'
There were these lines, like wood grain, or the lines on the water? that were all shades of red, into deeper reds, almost purplish...swirled, over fairish skin.
He started laughing, and said that no, it didn't hurt.

But I wanted to find out what this place was, so I turned around, and there was this tourist info booth. I felt, 'oh, great, a tourist trap'...and said to RC, 'ok, let's go to the edges and find out if there are any real people here.'

As we were walking towards the back, a very large guy was going by, with a box full of fabric and things. He was saying, 'It's almost time' and giving each person something from the box. But when he got to RC, he looked down at her, and said, 'but you brought your own costume, didn't you.'
She smiled, and said, 'yes, of course I did.', and ran off to get it.

Then there was sort of a blip, of another thing...there was a table with fabric piled on it, and one narrow strip of terry had these big ladybugs on it. They were different colours, so I started to pick it up, to see what other colours were there.
And there was a lady near me, who said, 'Wow, that would make something lovely for a little girl'
I backed away from her just a bit, and said that she could have it then. But the feeling was 'um, no, I am not interested in your sewing club'

Then it switched back, and I was walking towards the back again...there seemed to be a wall there now, with a door to the right. There were people all around, making things, and doing things...sort of behind the scenes.

There was a boy with dark, longish hair to his shoulders, sitting at this table in front of me a ways. I could feel it was Moppon though.

And then I was just inside the door, seeing all of this from the other angle.

A guy was walking towards me, and he was clicking his fingers, but the sound, it was something different, not at all the way it would physically sound. And off a ways, there was a girl humming(Raven?), and over a bit, another girl talking( WarriorTiger?)...

Moppon and I were doing some other things, which I have left out. But this is most of the dream.

Originally Posted by Moppon

But some of these dream journals, I just know when reading them,
They are like sci-fi, horror, fantasy fiction.

I feel that way too, but I don't Know what goes on in other people's heads. In any case, even if they are dream fan-fic, people can make their dream journals into whatever they want them to be.