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Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 21
Sign: Libra

City: the boondocks (windham)
State: Ohio
Country: US
Signup Date: 12/7/2005

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Monday, August 11, 2008 
so i had this dream where i was in a dream. i knew it was a dream, but i wasn't aware of the dream that i had acknowledged as a dream being within another dream.  so i hadn't realized consciousness. it was weird, i couldn't wake up even after trying several techniques that always wake me up. it was so weird, like consciousness in a dream without any actual control over the choices or anything that i made.

there where tons of other people there. it was very busy, and people where walking all different ways not even talking to each other. it was like a containment for anyone who lets their greed overwhelm their actions (i dont feel like explaining how i arrived at this comclusion). everyone had done something very selfish, and wrong to get in. it was a dream you can't get out of, only most of the people where not aware that it was a dream. it was motly like a series of rooms and hallways that had no end, ranging from giant mall lobbies, to highschool hallways, and strange fully-lit movie theaters. upon talking to a red-haired woman (possibly the only red-haired individual in the entire dream. even so, something just compelled me to sit and speak with her) sitting in a theater, i became aware that it is a dream, and you have to buy your way out. she gave me some amount of money, and then disappeared. i knew already, that something was strange about talking to her, seeing as some of the people where looking at me strange while i was doing it. apparently you have to be looking for her, i.e. the way out, in order for her to be there(?). once people realized i had money, they became resentive of me, and even somewhat agressive at times. upon this revelation, i actually tried many things to just wake up. i pinched myself, and the very basic 'just wake up' one. they didn't work. this actually worried me somewhat.

soon i met another individual who seemed misguided in his greed, and asked him if he had enough to buy his way out. he didn't seem to know what i was talking about.. thus i took him to the woman in the theater, so he could be explained everything as i was. as i already mentioned, she disappeared. but i told him to go over, and just sit next to the seat anyway. he went over, and sorta looked around at it. after moving the chair around and whatnot, she actually appeared again, looked towards me, then quickly disappeared.. as if she was only there for him now. while he was talking to her, there was a rather terrifying angry face in the chair which he was speaking towards. this might explain the strange looks i got while speaking with her. soon after i guided this guy to the red-haired women, i woke up. maybe the act of helping this guy out was enough for my release, and it was never really about the money? i don't know.

i looked at it as a message in a bottle from the universe. i didn't see it as a normal dream (i've had enough of those to know the difference), it was something else. everything seems so symbolic, and most of my normal dreams lack spiritual symbolism. also the fact that i couldn't wake up until the lesson was finished was pretty bizarre.

who knows, maybe i'm just fucking nuts tho.
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Mateo

 
Wow... still in Medina at a friend's house, but, dang. That's crazy.






....... I'll debate religion in that at another time, don't have the mental capacity for it right now, was certainly a "deep" dream though. Reminds me of the one that I had a few weeks ago (you read it, right?).




BUT THE 12 YEAR OLD CHINESE GIRLS ARE DOING GYMNASTICS ON TV!


and ONE JUST FELL!
 
Posted by Mateo on Monday, August 11, 2008 - 12:29 AM
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