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The Ritual [Jun. 4th, 2006|12:48 am]
Flatland is far beyond us

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Saturday, October 11th, 2003

I am sitting in someone's room on a bed parallel to another. There are three other girls sitting on the other bed who appear to be slightly older than I. The only face I can cearly remember was that of the youngest; a short, plump girl with shoulder length black hair and very dark eyes. She had an eerie feeling about her features that makes me feel uncomfortable. Bright and eager, but unhealthily so. I know that I dislike them very much.

They begin moving their bare feet to a specific rhythm and hum out a tune I do not recognize. On the floor, under their moving feet is a very large imprint of a blue footprint. It appears very complicated.

I am feeling suddenly bored and stand to leave but the chubby girl is in my way. She says, "Oh please, Laurel! Please won't you dance with us?"

I sigh and shrug half-heartedly. Joining them on the bed, I follow their pattern with my feet. I rise to leave a second time, but the girl is in my way again. With a sickeningly excited face, she announced that I had just performed a 'Wiccan ritual' and I was now doomed. I raised an eyebrow and this and yawn uninterestedly. "Oh, so you're one of those bad Wiccans, eh?"

Her smile fades to a look of confusion and doubt, perhaps even some disappointment. At this I leave.

I then find myself at the grocery store, the deli section. I am contemplating the dream that - although I hadn't yet awoken - had the night before (the Ritual dream above). I began thinking how cool it would have been to turn it into a lucid dream. I remind myself that all I had to do was find something strange in the scene. When I looked down the aisle I was fortunate enough to notice that the same person has walked by twice.

I then realized that I was in a dream already. The first thing I do is launch myself into the air and fly around for a bit, but unfortunately this realization caused my body to begin waking. I move too suddenly and wake up.

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Future Alien School [Jun. 4th, 2006|12:41 am]
Flatland is far beyond us

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Friday, August 8th, 2003

The dream starts when I (my character’s name is Chris) and four or five other people are captured by some creatures (they’re aliens in the dream). When we are all supposed to be asleep I sneak off and find a place to hide under their house, directly below the leader's room. Then my character switches and I become another person, presumably myself. When the guards go to get food, another of my companions and I run out the door they had carelessly left open.

The setting is not a block away from my elementary school where we are trying to reach. Giant birds - two hawks and a robin - fly above us as we run. One hawk swoops down and carries off the guy with whom I escaped but I continue to run and soon come to the school.  There are many people there and they tell me to run closer to the side of the school so the hawks' wingspans would be too large to chase me. The robin, having smaller wings, had no trouble and as I run along the wall someone grabs the bird from the air and restrains it. She brings it close to my face for a moment and tells me I should run faster next time.

I go inside the school through the kindergarten door. Someone informs me that I need to wear a DNA card. I had been running with many yellow cards with my DNA sequence on them so I suppose these are what he is talking about. Not liking the idea of this, I make my way back toward the door. There are people who try to stop me but I manage to evade them.  (The time running is lost) I find myself at a different school. The people inform me that I had been missing for eleven years. Then I notice how much older I am and how futuristic everything around me was (think star trek, almost)

When it came time to sleep, we went to a chamber full of freezing tanks in which people slept without aging. It was our duty to 'water' all the aliens and people who were sleeping frozen.

(This was a recurring dream, this being the last instance)
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God's Room [Jun. 4th, 2006|12:38 am]
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SATURDAY, MAY 24th, 2003

I am in my house and I decide to take a walk. Since it is just becoming dark outside, I grab a flashlight before I leave.

Instead of the usual houses on the other side of the street, there is a dense, but not very deep, forest before a very high cliff-wall. I quickly make my way through the woods and follow the wall of pale yellow rock. Suddenly I see a pink door in the side of the cliff behind a bush. As if I recognized the opening, I entered the door and found myself in a very small, and very beautiful room. There are many high shelves and counters lining the walls. There are three other doors; an open one directly in front of me; a pastel blue one on the left; and on the right, a pastel pink door.

Every shelf and counter was covered with objects, ranging from very small trinkets, to very large statues and even some jars and pots filled with strange things. All of these things were very, very old looking. One thing that happened to catch my eye was a golden carved angel's head hung very close to the ceiling near the open door. The head and shoulders could be seen, and it's hands were under it's chin in a begging-like way, but the face was singing joyfully, with eyes looking toward the ceiling. It's wings were curved around it's head, almost making it look like it had a feathered aura.

After looking at this figure for long, I proceeded through the open door directly in front of me. The room was dim, unlike the well-lit room before. There was light, but it didn't seem to have a physical source. This place was bare, with only an old table in one corner, set up in the left, beside an open window showing the night sky with a single bright star (may be an addition). Upon the table were many cups and bowls of different age/worth. I easily deduced that this was the final resting place of the Holy Grail.

Completely amazed, I ran home to tell my mother. I explained to her how I found the place, and asked her to promise not to touch anything (I felt that God wouldn't want us to touch anything). She agreed and I showed her the place. I showed her in, excited to share this discovery and as soon as I let her through, she began to take things. As if she couldn't hear my pleas to stop, everything was caught up in her hands as she rushed through the blue door on the left. Several of the beautiful things broke.

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