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growing out of the buildings. Someone stops and asks is this your butterfly? holding it in the palm of their hands.

I'm with someone (I think we're dating?) who has a child and we're entering a big performance center. It has two floors..I've been here before. There a large "whiskey boil" happening basically seem like people congregate around it in a bilevel dance party. I'm on the second story behind the glass window because, why are people dancing so close to boiling hot whiskey?? I'm with A and S, we're dancing and moving our hair. At some point charli xcx comes up to us and tries to make us change our dancing. I ask the person I'm with do you ever think we could co-parent together? They say no

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Is it a kind of a dream?
Floating out on the tide
Following the river of death downstream
Oh, is it a dream?

There's a fog along the horizon
A strange glow in the sky
And nobody seems to know where you go
And what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?

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RON -  HAI CAPITO O NO- Italy cover  ”I Can’t Go For That” by Daryl Hall & John Oates.1983

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the helicopters aren't coming and we don't have cellphones.

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two ship communities with high walls. we can't see the ocean but it sees us

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two ship communities with high walls. we can't see the ocean but it sees us

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how did we get here?

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theres a recurring dream i'm having where i am entering a new space with a friend (or lover) it's kind of like a hotel but also not? the era feels like 100 years ago. there is no internet. we're told that we can stay in the room down the hall which borders a courtyard and maybe a staircase. we sit on the wooden floor. holding our knees and looking at each other

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Long Train Sounds for Sleep : Night Train 8 Hour Sound

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let's embody your dreams metra.vestlud

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I am inside a barn as the invasion begins. The barn is near the chicken coup at the north side of the casona. I hear military trucks and screams of people in the background. There are visions of linen cloths and wood. My nose tickles from the dusty dry air. At times I find myself trying to climb up toward the ceiling holding onto logs along the wall.
I am nervous and frightened of death. Yet since I'm in the barn and no one can see me I feel a strange sense of safety. The safe feeling remind me of my father.

I eventually leave the barn and make my way to the top. I'm on the roof by myself hiding. Wondering how long I will be here. There are no airplanes.

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I had a dream that I was trying to keep toads as pets and show them off to assholes I used to work with at my old law firm. They kept trying to get away from me (the toads) but I was holding them and trying to share my toads

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3/18/21: I run out of a stormy/rainy sky into a room, a gun store. I look down to the right and see a hallway leading to a club, people are dancing there, music is loudly coming from there. I look left and see the philosopher Lewis R. Gordon at the register. I nod to him, and look a bit around the shop. Then, I somehow realize that my dad, who I’ve been ignoring in the dream and in real life, is at the gun store. I rush into the bathroom behind me and to my right. I find a urinal and pee and move on to wash my hands. While washing my hands, I notice them tanned and somewhat sunburnt. The rest of my body feels somewhat burnt too. I don’t see a mirror anywhere to examine how I look. I notice my dad coming to wash his hands at the sink next to me. I clam up and try to hide in plain sight. I straighten my spine to feign a casualness while washing my hands and straighten so much that I somehow lose my balance and stumble. I catch myself but nearly fall, away from my dad, onto the floor. I straighten again and wash my hands for what feels like an inordinate amount of time. My dad glances over a few times but makes no real signal that he recognizes me. He finally leaves. I dry my hands and leave the bathrooms as well. I look around to see if my dad is around but don’t see him. I decide he must have left. I notice some other people in the gun shop, they are old friends and acquaintances from high school, from Tucson. They notice me too and I approach them to say hello and catch up. At some point I realize I don’t have a mask on and make a mention that ‘we should really be wearing masks, shouldn’t we?’ They all sort of jokingly agree and some pull out their masks as props for the joke. I try to reiterate I’m serious and go to pull out my own mask but can’t find it. I say ‘I must’ve forgot it,’ and they all laugh as if it were the punchline of a joke I was making. They put away their masks and I begin to feel nervous about COVID. I pull up my shirt over my mouth and nose and try one more time to suggest mask wearing and they half heartedly laugh, as if trying to humor the beating of a dead horse. I feel a bit dejected. At some point soon after, “Unwritten” by Natasha Bedingfield plays loudly. Louder than if the music was originating from the club down the hallway. The music must be playing from/in the gun shop itself and I begin to sing along loudly, no mask, no shirt over my face. My highschool peeps also join in and we are getting really into it, yelling, making a scene. Somewhat self conscious of making a scene, I turn to look at Lewis Gordon at the register and he seems to approve, swaying himself. So we continue to sing. It’s joyous.

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TW: Suicide
Hey y'all it's caro. Just wanted to say that during this Pisces season four people in dream club had dreams about fpeople from their childhood who died by suicide at a young age
I wanted to highlight this trend by encouraging us to take time to rest after these dreams.

I also want to take a moment to acknowledge those who have passed and are trying to reach us.

Sending all of you/us protection and healing as we go into aries season.

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Trying to dream with plants and herbs more so we can listen to Plantasia together

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Trying to dream with plants and herbs more so we can listen to Plantasia together

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an album for plants

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(Mother Earth's) Plantasia -- Mort Garson (1976) Full Album

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I constantly have dreams about going to school. Sometimes I'm on my way out the door when I seem to forget things. I go back and forth but can't seem to locate all the things I need for the day. There are sometimes obstacles in my way. I am often running late and worried about missing something important or not being let into class.
Other times in these dreams I feel a great deal of guilt about my school performance.

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I was in the middle of a murder mystery when I was presented with three types of water. The water was defying gravity and my visions were trippy.
The water presented itself these ways:
1) a river running down a mountain
2) in a building at roof top pool on the mountain side
3) whole watching waves from the ocean on the east coast, on the left side of a river leading to the ocean

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During my recent my dream a killer whale tried to put me in its mouth twice.
The first time I was w/ someone (feels like a trainer of whales) when the whale slowly grabbed me. As the trainer saw the whale grabbing me he immediate told the whale to let me go and the whale did. The trainer wasn't particularly upset with the whale, he was more like "hey now, you know better".
The second time the whale was more intentional with their quest.
It waited until the  trainer had his back turned during a phone conversation.
While he’s on the phone the whale grabbed my whole body some how from my feet.
The bite isn’t too hard but I am definitely suffocating slowly. Feeling more and more claustrophobic inside the whale.
During this part of my dream the main feeling is fear and claustrophobia.
I try to speak several times but my voice seems to not be loud enough for the trainers ears.
I try to move my arms but they are not long enough to get his attention either.
As my body goes deeper into the whale I wake up.
My main question is where this whale might have been taking me

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Going to first day of school but had to take a boat. gave my old professor dr mari directions for her route to school before i left the station. i tooo a google maps screenshot for her. then the pub trans journey started by boat. i was with three other ppl. we were separated from other ppl on a larger boat on the same route ahead of us.  boat capsized in the middle of large body of water. probably a river. we all manifested tiny life boats  and i offered for the one boy to get in my boat and then he was feeling up my titties and i was like bro wtf stop. he did. we made it to school. then my sis was there in her childhood bedroom and i was about to recount everything that had just happened to me. another part of dream there was a rly cute pink pot belly pig giving me attention on a couch.

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1. March 16, 2015
I was standing in front of a mirror in a really large bathroom with blood streaming out of my mouth and I started pulling out my teeth with my hands but they grew back instantly. I kept all the teeth in a wooden crate at my feet.

2. April 2, 2015
My body was filled with yellow pus (it looked like Boston creme donut filling) and anytime I would touch something or touch myself it would start to come out. Eventually I got my hand stuck in a door and it exploded. Everything was covered in thick yellow pus. Woke up feeling so nauseated.

3. May 22, 2015
I dreamt that I was covered in a thick layer of short dark body hair from face to feet and I had this compulsion to shave it all off but I only had a sharp pear knife and water to shave with.
I started with my legs and was scraping off all of the hair but eventually it turned into me peeling off large pieces of my skin.

4. September 18, 2015
I was a motocross racer, and during a race all of my teeth kept falling out and filled up my helmet until I couldn't see.

5. April 9, 2020
Weird dream, the only part I remember is that all of my toes were bleeding, from the sides where they all touch like someone had taken a scalpel and very precisely cut each of them apart in half on both feet. I remember trying to walk but I just kept slipping.

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Empress Of - Trust Me Baby / In Dreams (Official Audio)

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I
Large crow like birds jumping on smaller birds and picking at their brains

Farm house with one small young animal then two tiers of cows

The barn was made of wood

We needed to walk through a section of animals to leave

II

On a trip with some kids

It’s a long trip and I’m in the back seat

We’re driving somewhere I think home

III

I lost someone’s sandals when I was too drunk

The sandals kind of look the tevas

The girl who’s sandals they were was the hot girl who was in my English class
I long for her

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Last night I dreamt I was jumping rope with 1-2 other people, playground style. and the person jumping could say a color hex code like they are used in HTML (real Myspace heads will know) like, "FF9933" and the rope would change to the corresponding color. But there was also some kind of like, cloth, and light emitting from the jump rope that spread the color-light outwards

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i walk downstairs to lock the door when someone comes in, he looks like post malone and says "bingo" when he enters. i lose my voice as i try to call my partner

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then wake up

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Full of people in despair
Somehow we’ve been able to ration food and communicate with the external world
But its unclear what the crisis is
How did we get here?
Is someone coming to save us?
I think so
I wonder what happened to helicopters
The walls on the ships are high and we can’t see each other
Just hear the dismay of people at sea for a long time
I’m eating beans
Just wondering

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again

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entered some very fancy house w a group of people. there was lots of fancy food and we were supposed to eat. i went looking for something i would like. endedd up in some back rooms behind the kitchen. there were medical supplies. somethkng scary was going on. i think the food was made from people. when i wasn't sure about that, i tried a piece of chicken. it didn't taste good. it had to have been people. the head chef was being friendly to me. she was gonna recruit me into her pawn to food pipeline if not all the guests i came with. i should have simply left but for some reason the house was the whole landscape snd if felt like i had to fix what was going on. i woke up snd felt like id had the same dream before. havent dreampt this often in years but i havent been smokkng as much. not sure why they have to be scary. are scary dreams still restful sleeps?