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term='Firearms'/><category term='Grey'/><category term='Shame'/><category term='Compassion'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Newsroom'/><category term='Reluctance'/><category term='Men'/><category term='Notepaper'/><category term='Twins'/><category term='Cats'/><category term='Garage'/><category term='Argument'/><category term='Cage'/><category term='Confusion'/><category term='Mouse [Electronics]'/><category term='Toothbrush'/><category term='Inspirational'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Friends and Family'/><category term='Leg'/><category term='Shower'/><category term='Rita'/><category term='Musical Instrument'/><category term='Circle'/><title type='text'>Prolific Dreamer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-1258074772272662941</id><published>2010-08-15T06:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T06:49:09.932+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rita'/><title type='text'>BICYCLES AND WATER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember riding a black bicycle in my home town. It was severely overcast like a rainy day but without the rain. I was riding around aimlessly. My old teacher Christine, turned up and started talking to me but I can't recall what about. She went away and I remember doing a stunt. I had put a metal table with a detachable glass top on a path and I tried to jump it with the bike. I almost succeeded but I landed on the glass top and caused it to slide off and landed on the ground unbroken. Christine turned up again to ask me how I was doing. I didn't want her to see what I had done to the table so I kept her from seeing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found another bike I owned and it was a pink one. It was lying on the ground, submerged in stagnant water. She told me to suck the end of the tube I was holding, so I did then I spat the water out and tipped the bike up. The water drained out of the bike into an old Wellington boot on the ground filling it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sensed John around at some point and briefly saw him. I think I saw Rita too, and asked her if I could ride the bike to college. She refused. They went away and I carried on riding my black bike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine came back again and had a go at me for being ungrateful, saying that I never thank her for her help or something like that. I felt affronted and turned away muttering. She asked me if I wanted to see John. I replied that I did. I told her I was going "tracking" and that I would be nearby. She asked me where I would be and I told her I would either be in the Jewsons area or in another area. She asked me if I would be where the boards (ramps etc) are. I confirmed that. She was fine with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw in my mind's eye that John was setting out to meet me. So I cycled to the Jewsons area and found a building there. I went inside and found two or three other men there who seemed to be segregated from myself somehow. I knew John would arrive very soon and I knew he would show me something. John did arrive after a short while and he had a pack of cards with him. I saw two or three small poles with a wooden base attached to the bottom, with a nail sticking out of each pole near the top. I saw some cards impaled neatly on the nails and I pointed them out to John. He or I spun one of them and he started explaining them. It was kind of like a game we played. Then he showed me some sort of a Yes and No diagram. I don't recall what it was all referring to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-1258074772272662941?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/1258074772272662941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/1258074772272662941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2010/08/bicycles-and-water.html' title='BICYCLES AND WATER'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-9110538389086063931</id><published>2010-08-14T18:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T06:52:47.245+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joan'/><title type='text'>MEETING SALLY AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dreamt that I was taking part in the TV show Gladiators. I was a female contestant and I was playing this game where I had to run from one end of the arena to the other end whilst avoiding being captured by this male gladiator. There were stakes poking out of the ground which I had to run around. I managed to evade the gladiator and win the round. The gladiator was very good natured about it and I was delighted that I had won. I was jumping about, very excited, whooping etc. I found the gladiator very attractive and there was some sexual chemistry between us. I remember kissing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Joanie turned up and it was her birthday. At this point I was dressed normally and we were walking through a town centre which wasn't familiar to me. We were going to a social club or a pub type of place to celebrate her birthday. We went in a building which felt more like a social club and sat down at a table in a room. I had my camera with me and Joanie wasn't keen on me taking photos of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old friend of mine, Sally, came up to the table with a friend of hers and they sat down. I was delighted to see her and greeted her. We started talking about stuff and doing a bit of art. Joanie was listening. Sally started telling me she was being used by someone else and that she had been selling prescription drugs. She was complaining about a particular person who kept using her for these drugs. I got the sense she didn't want to do it any more. I felt a lot of compassion for her and took her hand and told her that she was much better than that. She accepted that and I could sense sadness within her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking of John and I could see him within my mind. I wanted so badly to tell Sally about John but decided not to as I suspected I would come across as a tad obsessed about him. I felt that there was a distance between John and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point Sally's friend got up and went away briefly and then came back holding up a bloody tampon, saying it was mine. I admitted it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-9110538389086063931?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/9110538389086063931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/9110538389086063931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2010/08/meeting-sally-again.html' title='MEETING SALLY AGAIN'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-4495623159011413710</id><published>2010-08-10T08:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T07:02:04.464+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tommy'/><title type='text'>GOING TO SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was riding past local high school on a bike that was slightly too small for me. I was slightly cramped. I passed a group of teenagers lurking around the main school entrance. The weather was beautiful, sunny and blue clear skies. I was due at school myself. I noticed I feel too old for school, as if I attending a high school as an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was accompanied by Tommy who appeared to be a young boy (he used to bully me as a child). I didn't feel any real connection to him. I wanted to take the shortest route to the back entrance of the school but we wanted to stop at the sweet shop first. I knew I didn't have much money and I had some minor concerns over having enough money to buy sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We redirected to a sweet shop but it appeared to be closed. It was located in a car park accessible by a small rough lane (the area is in a housing estate where I used to live as a child). I was running late. I got off  the bike and I saw a woman and a house and a weird intercom type of contraption. Tommy and I saw another teenage boy who told us something but I can't recall what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to pick up my bike but it turned into three red triangles linked together like a chain. They got tangled up and I kept shaking them to get them to de-tangle and straighten out like a proper chain. I failed so I asked Tommy impatiently to straighten it out for me. He did it willingly and easily. I noticed I was in school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worried because I knew I would have to cut through the housing estate to get to the back entrance of the school in time, and it looked like a rough ride. I wasn't keen on going to school but I knew I had to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-4495623159011413710?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4495623159011413710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4495623159011413710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2010/08/going-to-school.html' title='GOING TO SCHOOL'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-7843237567857711762</id><published>2010-07-29T09:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T09:06:09.706+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John'/><title type='text'>AT UNIVERSITY WITH JOHN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I walked into a classroom and John was waiting there. A few others turned up too. We were having a pottery class. I knew I was at university. John started the class and I got a big lump of damp clay and I kneaded and rolled it. I walked away to get something and I came back to the table. John was at the table talking to the other people sitting there. A couple of them were kneading their lumps of clay. My lump of clay had disappeared, like someone had taken it for themselves. I asked where my clay was. John was about as useful as a chocolate teapot. He just stood there looking at the others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-7843237567857711762?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/7843237567857711762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/7843237567857711762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2010/07/at-university-with-john.html' title='AT UNIVERSITY WITH JOHN'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-999557912120751393</id><published>2010-07-27T10:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T08:50:04.681+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim'/><title type='text'>AT COLLEGE WITH JOHN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was a very mixed up dream but one of the first things I recall is an older woman at college accusing me of sleeping around or sleeping with someone and I shrieked at her that I'm still a virgin. I recall feeling slightly outraged and quite amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember seeing John at college and I stuck around him a lot. He looked happy and I felt happier than I had in a long time. We were behaving like we usually did but there was a lot of chemistry between us. I remember on an occasion we found ourselves alone and we started kissing passionately briefly. There was an element of sex there. I got the feeling we were having a type of sex but without actually doing the deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this I was with John and I asked him if his wife knew about me. He told me she does and he's been kicked out. For some reason I found this a bit funny. I started to laugh and I tried to stifle my laughter. I told John that I know it wasn't funny and I didn't know why I found it funny. He accepted that. I offered to let him stay with me. I was staying in a dorm with a few other girls. At first I suggested he share my bed and he refused. I mistakenly thought one of the girls was going away for a couple of days so I told him I'll ask her if he can sleep in her bed while she was away. We were in my dorm at this point. I asked the girl in question if she was still going away but she told me she had changed her mind. So I said to John that he could sleep on the floor in my room. He accepted the offer with grace. He reminded me of my friend Tim for some reason at this point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-999557912120751393?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/999557912120751393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/999557912120751393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2010/07/at-college-with-john.html' title='AT COLLEGE WITH JOHN'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-8368820362796371782</id><published>2010-07-27T09:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T03:47:22.897+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linda'/><title type='text'>LINDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was on a bicycle cycling down Queeensway which is around the corner from my house in waking life. Linda and Susan were on the pavement outside some houses. Linda stopped me and greeted me. She asked me something but I can't remember what she said. She seemed to be welcoming me back into her life. I realised that I was in a filthy state and I needed a shower badly. So I assured her that I would come back soon to talk after I've had a shower. Then I cycled away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-8368820362796371782?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8368820362796371782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8368820362796371782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2010/07/linda.html' title='LINDA'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-6361100642664622573</id><published>2010-07-17T16:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T15:41:36.448+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christine'/><title type='text'>AT COLLEGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;I was in a dim classroom with others and it appeared to be a maths class. I was trying to solve some simple math problems in an exercise book but I was struggling with them. I looked up and saw that the others had moved on to a totally different set of math problems. I despaired, knowing I was behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Christine there and I approached her telling her that I needed help. She told me they only have extra help available for younger students. A middle-aged guy was standing next to us and he was saying the same thing. I told Christine I have no intention of failing my course, that I'm aiming to pass the course with a distinction and I wouldn't accept anything less. I told her that if need be I will expose the system by going public. She looked a bit affronted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall walking outside the college building and walking past a young slim girl wearing an electric blue dress. She was surrounded by a couple of friends and they were talking. I ignored them and they didn't see me. I walked around the corner into a sheltered area where there were seats and I saw a bunch of people. John was lounging on one of the seats. He was wearing casual clothing which comprised of long stone-coloured shorts (like the cropped trousers that men wear) and a loud Hawaiian-style shirt which was blue and white. He got up and walked around the corner. I followed him and started to speak to him. He turned around and said in a contemptuous manner, "Have you seen my girlfriend?" He was giving me a knowing look. I was furious but I congratulated him in a sarcastic manner, shaking his hand, etc. He said, "Yeah... I'll see you in half hour." and then swaggered away. He seemed to know that I really wanted to rearrange his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked down a path to the beach which was right outside the college and there was a small area right next to the beach where there were railings and a small pool of shallow turquoise coloured seawater. I went around the railings and walked through the pool. Someone followed me and there was a small group of students doing the same thing. I looked at the beach and there were groups of students hanging out. I saw my legs which were bare so I must have been wearing a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point I found Christine in the college and I apologised to her for the way I spoke to her earlier. She accepted my apology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-6361100642664622573?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6361100642664622573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6361100642664622573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2010/07/at-college.html' title='AT COLLEGE'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-8778964396617155112</id><published>2010-07-16T22:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T02:30:15.619+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shirley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncle Chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billy'/><title type='text'>CONFRONTING MY CHILDHOOD MEMORIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;I was in a car with Billy and Shirley. Billy was driving, Shirley was in the front passenger seat and I was in the back seat behind Billy. Billy was driving us somewhere and he was smoking a roll up cigarette. I saw his face in the mirror. He looked older in the face.  I asked him why he was smoking it. He got defensive and told me to let it go. He turned around in his seat to face me and then started tell me I need to talk about my childhood memories. He held my face and put his forehead to mine and told me he loved me and that I need to tell him what I remember. I started to tell him what I recalled about being bullied by my family. I started to tell him about the time my mother and my uncle shut me in Mum's bedroom cupboard for a laugh, even though they knew I was terrified of being in the dark and I couldn't get out unless they let me out. I saw the cupboard in question when a drunk bumped into the car while we were sitting in traffic. This distracted Billy and Shirley and then someone else walked into the car from behind. They just laughed it off but I felt annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-8778964396617155112?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8778964396617155112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8778964396617155112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2010/07/confronting-my-childhood-memories.html' title='CONFRONTING MY CHILDHOOD MEMORIES'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-8010487555563701591</id><published>2010-07-16T10:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T10:27:10.257+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John'/><title type='text'>DIGGING RAW CLAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;I was in a lesson which John was teaching. He was going to teach us how to dig up raw clay and work with it. He kept putting it off for some reason. He would appear and tell us that he won't do it just yet and then disappear a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got impatient and decided to dig up some raw clay myself without John knowing. So I went outside. It was dusk and I could see the sea nearby. I had a trowel with me and a plastic container. I selected a patch of earth to dig and I knelt down and started to dig a small area of earth neatly. I found it was made of raw clay and mud. I took the mud and clay off the trowel and started to knead it in my hands. I felt it was suitable for what I wanted and put it in the plastic container and then putting the container in the front pocket of my backpack. I decided it had to be hidden from John as I didn't want him to know what I'd been doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself back in a classroom with John and a few other people. John was sitting on a table and we were gathered around him. He had a backpack similar to mine and he opened the front pocket, telling us he wants to have a look in there (meaning he wanted to see what was in our backpacks). I panicked and dashed out of the classroom with my backpack. John looked confused and asked me where I was going. I was running out of the classroom shouting behind me that I needed the toilet to do a pregnancy test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt some hard banging and woke up with my shoulders jerking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-8010487555563701591?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8010487555563701591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8010487555563701591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2010/07/digging-raw-clay.html' title='DIGGING RAW CLAY'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-8775796858760564570</id><published>2010-07-15T20:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T20:44:43.453+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claire'/><title type='text'>BEING VIOLATED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;I remember being in a learning place, having just arrived there. But the environment did not look like a learning place. Instead it looked like an old fashioned place where there were separate bedrooms or personal spaces which had their own bathrooms. It was full of deaf students, some of which I recognised as people I used to know. There was also another girl I recognised as someone I knew at school in waking life. She wasn't deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One deaf girl I used to know, called Claire, she was in my bedroom with me, lying down on top of me, being intimate. I think we were kissing. I tried to get more intimate with her by touching her genitals between her legs but the way was blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed after she left that the bathrooms had become joined with each other and there were female students in my bathroom. I tried to get them out. I went back into my bedroom and started to get ready for bed because I noticed that other people were getting ready for bed. Suddenly I saw two males walk into my bedroom. They had cold and uncaring energy about them. They were there to assist with the personal care of people with disabilities. To them we were just a job rather than people. I knew I didn't need their help I was independent and capable of taking care of my personal needs. One of them told me, "Strip off so that we can wash you. Now!" I refused so they began to corner me to try and force me to do their bidding. I screamed loudly for help several times because I felt like I was being raped. I think this surprised them. I woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-8775796858760564570?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8775796858760564570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8775796858760564570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2010/07/being-violated.html' title='BEING VIOLATED'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-2357587985554650916</id><published>2010-07-12T11:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:14:05.693+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John'/><title type='text'>TRYING TO COPE WITH SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;I dreamt that I was in high school. I was wearing a school uniform. I was in a class with an old teacher I recognised from my high school days. I felt really out of touch with reality, lethargic and uncoordinated. My eye sight was blurry and my right leg was acting up. My teacher was patient with me. I remember thinking to myself that I had school all day and I couldn't be bothered with it. I managed to get myself together and then I went to another classroom which was adjacent to a pottery studio. I could see John in there teaching. I walked up to his desk and he told me something and gave me a piece of paper that he had written on. I don't recall what he said or what he wrote. I avoided looking at him directly and just nodded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-2357587985554650916?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/2357587985554650916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/2357587985554650916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2010/07/trying-to-cope-with-school.html' title='TRYING TO COPE WITH SCHOOL'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-3505001550770635884</id><published>2010-07-09T17:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T17:57:56.212+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John'/><title type='text'>DANGLING FROM BANNISTERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;I vaguely remember doing something and John was around. He appeared as a priest. Then I remember dangling from an upper floor landing, clinging onto some bannisters. I was yelling for help and panicking. Eventually John, who was still dressed as a priest came along with someone else and rescued me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-3505001550770635884?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/3505001550770635884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/3505001550770635884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2010/07/dangling-from-bannisters.html' title='DANGLING FROM BANNISTERS'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-6311031285254187500</id><published>2010-07-08T16:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:29:53.257+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elliot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christina'/><title type='text'>ELLIOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;I was with my sister, Christina who appeared to me as a child. I had a baby with me. We were in a messy room. The baby's father, Elliot wasn't present. I think he was avoiding us. Christina suggested that she try contacting Elliot via the phone. I saw a few minicoms and she used one to call Elliot's parents at their house to find out where Elliot was. I could see Elliot's father answering the phone and Elliot's mother standing next to his father. They looked like the people who used to foster me when I was a teenager. Christina told Elliot's father something, and he went mad. He came to us and confronted us about contacting him so I said that I wasn't the one calling him. I told him I owned a different minicom and I pointed to it to show him. Christina made up a story and lied through her teeth about the phone call. He wasn't happy but he left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;Elliot turned up and stayed around to help look after the baby. We went into my bedroom which was messy because the floor was covered in old game cartridges similar to the old SNES game cartridges. We talked but I don't remember the details of our conversation. He appeared to be taking responsibility for his part in raising our child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;Currently, in waking life I don't know anyone called Elliot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-6311031285254187500?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6311031285254187500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6311031285254187500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2010/07/elliot.html' title='ELLIOT'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-4647746976938758210</id><published>2010-07-07T23:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:37:00.825+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Papa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pam'/><title type='text'>EARTHQUAKE ON MY LOCAL BEACH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;I dreamt that I was on a sandy beach which was part of my home town. There was a taxi cab on the beach. I recognised Pam, the taxi driver from waking life sitting in the driver's seat. I didn't see anyone on the beach and I didn't see the ocean. I'm not sure if I had just gotten out the taxi or not. I sensed that there was an earthquake imminent. I knew that liquefaction would occur on the beach so I started walking up an uphill sandy pathway that led towards higher and safer ground. Papa was walking just ahead of me so I followed him. As I walked up the pathway the earth started to shudder continuously. The ground started to liquefy and seawater rose up through the sand. The seawater was calm and a pale blue colour. I lost my balance and fell, but after a second or two I struck out and started swimming uphill along the sandy pathway even though it was difficult. I woke up at that point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-4647746976938758210?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4647746976938758210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4647746976938758210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2010/07/earthquake-on-my-local-beach.html' title='EARTHQUAKE ON MY LOCAL BEACH'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-5293142663945092839</id><published>2010-07-07T16:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T18:14:48.148+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nana'/><title type='text'>A VIRTUAL WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;I was in a small living space which had a lot of strange looking plants arranged around the place. I wasn't keen on them and I remember examining some of them. I recall seeing a few pots which had sunflowers growing but the leaves looked stiff and elongated and they were a kind of a mottled lilac colour. I didn't like them. I sensed that Nana was nearby and she had put them there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;I found myself in another place which felt like a huge mansion kind of place. It was dimly lit and a bit creepy. I was holding a game controller, similar to the old GameCube controller but it was more bulky. A tiny black dragon-like creature was flying around me and I aimed the controller at it, pressed a button and it died. I walked on a bit and another one flew rings around me. I tried to kill it in the same manner using the controller, but it breathed fire on my hand. I grabbed it and it bit me. I felt like a stinging pain in my hand where I was bitten. I used the controller onit and it dropped to the floor, dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;A man approached me. He looked to be around my age and he looked a lot like a guy called Mark who I used to know. He seemed to be guarding the place I was in and he seemed very friendly. I felt an instant sexual attraction between us. He started talking about virtual game worlds being invented which you could enter and experience the game instead of merely playing it. He said I would be able to feel pain if a game character harmed me. I liked the idea and told him they should make it so that I could feel pleasure as well. He led me to a television screen which was showing the start screen for the game Doom. I had the impression that I could enter the world of Doom to fight demons. I had the feeling of dread and I declined. The man was smiling at me and he put his hand on my left breast. I had the impression that the offer of sex was there but also that the consequence would lead me further down the path to Hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;I started to drift out of the scene and I kept thinking to myself, "Go and ask him to have sex!" several times and I felt sorely tempted. But I resisted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-5293142663945092839?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/5293142663945092839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/5293142663945092839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2010/07/virtual-world.html' title='A VIRTUAL WORLD'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-6544505500305290739</id><published>2008-10-26T10:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-07-04T16:06:37.553+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birmingham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Landlord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Somerset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revolver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sofa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reluctance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Train Station'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exhaustion'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in my house tidying up. My uncle was present. He was in a good mood, smiling at me. I remember he was wearing a t-shirt and a blue denim jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon came in and told me that I had to do something. I can't remember what she said. She didn't seem to be in a very good mood. She went away after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I remember seeing my friend, Sarah. She seemed to be helping me to get away. We were in Somerset, where she lives. I was on my way to Birmingham. After I saw her, I was at a large train station where I was confronted by a woman who appeared to be trying to stop me from getting away. I think there was a man too who had the same agenda. I had a black revolver which I used on the man. He slumped over and I got away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a long silver train but I didn't get on it because I wasn't sure. It was bound for Birmingham. It started to pull out of the station, and there were a few male teenagers larking about on the platform. One of them got way too close to the edge of the platform, but the train slowed down and the teenager stepped back from the edge. I tried to avoid them because I felt wary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I remember is arriving in my house feeling utterly exhausted. I needed to sleep badly. I lay down on the sofa and wondered what I should do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a message from a man who works for my landlord on my laptop. I could also see him and Sharon. He told me something but I can't remember what it was. Sharon was communicating with us too. She tried to say something but the man cut her off and carried on talking. He didn't seem very impressed with her. He told me that he would see me in the morning. I felt wary and reluctant and I wondered if I should get away there and then or if I should stay and sleep and then try to get away before the morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-6544505500305290739?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6544505500305290739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6544505500305290739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/10/running-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-4152044478364244572</id><published>2008-10-25T08:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T16:07:45.888+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><title type='text'>MUM INVITES SALLY TO DINNER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember Mum telling me that my old college friend, Sally was coming to dinner. I saw Sally arrive. I had the impression that she was a web designer. I thought she was better at it than I am. I don't recall much else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-4152044478364244572?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4152044478364244572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4152044478364244572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/10/mum-invites-sally-to-dinner.html' title='MUM INVITES SALLY TO DINNER'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-6560091508159127550</id><published>2008-10-23T04:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T10:21:18.976Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drawing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Building'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Negs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crayons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Table'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pencils'/><title type='text'>A BAD TEMPERED CHILD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;At first, I was in my darkened living room and a little boy was with me, complaining, demanding and yelling. I gave as good as I got. He looked like he was aged about 4 or 5 years old. He had short blond hair and a handsome face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a car with Rita. She was driving. The little boy was with me. He was sitting in the back seat. He was being very bad tempered and demanding. He had my colouring pencils and he was doing a drawing. I looked at the pencil he was holding and it was green. It looked as though he had taken a chunk out of the middle. He had a ****-eating grin on his face. I didn't react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita was talking but I don't recall what she said. She was holding a Polaroid camera and then she pointed it at a building in Penzance. I looked at Rita. Rita took a photo of the building's sign by accident. She said, "Whoops, I didn't mean to do that!" and I looked at the photo. I looked out of the window and it was night time. I saw the building with its sign lit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I remember walking up the street with the boy and Rita towards the building. The boy was walking alongside me on my left, holding my hand. I remember looking at him and not taking him seriously at all. He was wearing blue jeans and a blue denim jacket. Rita was wearing blue jeans and she looked nice. She was walking alongside me on my right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went inside the building which turned out to be a fast food restaurant which was empty. We sat down at a table. The boy demanded his crayons be given to him. I took out his crayons for him. He started drawing again. His eyes were black and angry but he still had a ****-eating expression on his face. He carried on making demands and yelling at me. I broke his crayons in half and drew on his drawing. I can't remember what he was drawing or what I was drawing. I wasn't taking his behaviour seriously and I barely reacted to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-6560091508159127550?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6560091508159127550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6560091508159127550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-tempered-child.html' title='A BAD TEMPERED CHILD'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-8968954424386644944</id><published>2008-10-22T10:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T10:23:46.878Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gerik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>INVITATION TO NEW YORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in a brightly lit room using a laptop. Gerik and I were communicating via instant messaging and he asked me to come to New York. He didn't say why he was inviting me to go there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-8968954424386644944?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8968954424386644944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8968954424386644944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/10/invitation-to-new-york.html' title='INVITATION TO NEW YORK'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-1819379558780713864</id><published>2008-10-21T09:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T10:25:17.345Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>GIVING JOHN GIFTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;John and I were in a brightly lit room talking about something which I don't recall. I remember giving him various gifts which included a black suit. At some point I held up a pair of black jeans which were far too big for me. I knew they were mine. They looked new. Towards the end of our conversation, John accepted the suit and picked it up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-1819379558780713864?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/1819379558780713864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/1819379558780713864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/10/giving-john-gifts.html' title='GIVING JOHN GIFTS'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-554656449261355208</id><published>2008-10-20T07:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:06:51.717Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Energy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gerik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>BATHING &amp; A THEFT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember my maternal grandmother ordering me to have a bath. One of my cousins, Carrie was also ordered to have a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at some Lego bricks and little Lego characters in a brightly lit room. I wanted to play with the Lego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie had her bath and then I went in the bathroom. It was darkened. I felt grumpy and reluctant. I saw more Lego scattered on the floor with towels etc. The little Lego characters had been taken apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed in the bath but I was reusing the bathwater that my cousin had used. My grandmother came in the bathroom and sternly told me not to take too long because we had to go somewhere. I became grumpier and soaped myself with a white bar of soap that was rapidly becoming smaller. I remember thinking that it was too bad if I took too long and that I simply won't go to where ever we were supposed to be going to. My grandmother came in the bathroom again when I was about to get out of the bath and nodded. She was more friendly and gentle this time. She told me we would leave when we're ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I was sitting in front of a computer and I was communicating with Gerik via instant messaging. I could see him too as if he was sitting in front of me. He told me something that I can't remember. It was about our relationship and he mentioned another person. I felt that this person had lots of masculine energy. I told him that this person had stolen money from us lots of times. He looked enlightened and then he told me he would sort it out. I withdrew, hoping that he would actually sort it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-554656449261355208?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/554656449261355208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/554656449261355208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/10/bathing-theft.html' title='BATHING &amp; A THEFT'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-2949811758365754888</id><published>2008-10-18T11:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:46:49.874Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Table'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><title type='text'>A FIGHT WITH A WITCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in a darkened room with a woman and John. The room had the feel of a pub. We were sitting at a table and John looked annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was telling me that a witch had been using black magic on me, and that she had marked me on my nose. She wanted me to meet the witch. I was assured that the witch wouldn't recognise me because I had smudged the mark on the left side of my nose around the nostril. The woman mentioned the name, Zoe. I saw a young blonde woman when the name was mentioned and then I saw the area where my ex-boyfriend's family lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, all I can remember is fighting with the blonde woman. It was very dark. I remember there was a lot of growling and screeching. I got the blonde woman to the ground and pinned her there by the throat with my foot. I felt very angry and frightened. We fought some more after that. She lunged at me growling and screeching but I woke up at that point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-2949811758365754888?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/2949811758365754888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/2949811758365754888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/10/fight-with-witch.html' title='A FIGHT WITH A WITCH'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-8976417597204072599</id><published>2008-10-17T06:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:49:39.634Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gerik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ankle'/><title type='text'>PAINTING LINES ON MY FOOT &amp; ANKLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was with my friend Anna and someone else and we were walking near a beach on the seafront. I remember something to do with art. I saw a short stationary train as well. Anna and I were talking about art. I remember I had some paints with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I saw the train, I walked up to a wall and I was trying to paint my foot and ankle with some blue oil paint. I was trying to paint lines on my ankle but I couldn't get the hang of it. Gerik showed up and showed me where the lines should go by painting them on my ankle for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-8976417597204072599?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8976417597204072599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8976417597204072599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/10/painting-lines-on-my-foot-ankle.html' title='PAINTING LINES ON MY FOOT &amp; ANKLE'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-1848780043929487766</id><published>2008-10-16T04:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:52:59.334Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slowness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Famous People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wheelchair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aeroplane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kebab House'/><title type='text'>Unopened Letters &amp; Debts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember carrying a huge pile of unopened letters and junk mail to the local kebab house. It was daylight and I was in a wheelchair. I remember feeling encumbered and movement seemed more restricted than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the kebab house and I saw Michael Starke (currently, he plays Jerry in Coronation Street) working there. I asked for a chicken burger and waited for it to be cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened one letter which stated that I owed approximately £500 to a home shopping store. Michael Starke had a bit of an argument with a woman, saying that he didn't create the debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went outside and there was a woman who I didn't recognise. I dumped the letters and junk mail and I felt a lot better. This woman told me that a plane flying to Canada has the potential to make a lot of money i.e. $1 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I walked back into the kebab house without the wheelchair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-1848780043929487766?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/1848780043929487766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/1848780043929487766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/10/unopened-letters-debts.html' title='Unopened Letters &amp; Debts'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-4094818813950347730</id><published>2008-10-16T04:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:55:23.113Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey'/><title type='text'>A PLANT &amp; AMPHETAMINES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't remember all of this dream but what I do remember is I had taken a drug (I'm not sure but I think it was amphetamines). I saw John at college, looking worried. Afterwards, I saw one of my mother's friends. I was in my living room which was darkened and my mother's friend was tidying away something. I saw this massive plant growing in the middle of my living room. I had the impression it was associated with amphetamines. But it looked more like a cannabis plant with furry greyish white crystals on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-4094818813950347730?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4094818813950347730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4094818813950347730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/10/plant-amphetamines.html' title='A PLANT &amp; AMPHETAMINES'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-9206099269011579910</id><published>2008-10-15T11:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:58:58.464Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ocean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earthquakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Map'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shimoda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buildings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tokyo'/><title type='text'>MAUI, SHIMODA &amp; TOKYO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember I saw part of a map of Japan. I think I was viewing the map upside down. The map wasn't detailed, it was white and blank apart from markers pinpointing the location of Tokyo and Shimoda, and possibly a few other places too. On this map, Shimoda looked as though it was located to the north of Tokyo on the coast. My friend Tim told me it's behind Tokyo when I was looking on the map in the dream. I felt slightly concerned about earthquakes but Tim reassured me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, I heard Tim mention a place called Maui. I think he was either living there or he had come from there on a trip. Briefly, I saw part of a map of Maui. It had a Hawaiian vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw my mother in spirit very briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After viewing the map, I visited Shimoda and I saw the sea and some white buildings. Afterwards, I remember being right in the heart of a city with Tim and a small group of people. At some point I found myself alone with a young coloured man talking but I can't remember what we talked about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-9206099269011579910?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/9206099269011579910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/9206099269011579910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2008/10/maui-shimoda-tokyo.html' title='MAUI, SHIMODA &amp; TOKYO'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-357812081082631388</id><published>2007-12-29T14:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:09:50.430Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nervous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Face'/><title type='text'>MARRIAGE PROPOSAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember being in a room with someone, and I was getting wasted on weed. I recall seeing things like TV, games console, etc. The room seemed to be a living room. It didn't have a good atmosphere, it was dimly lit and dingy. I turned around and saw G. He seemed to be suffering from a skin condition, and his hair had changed. He looked shy and nervous. He took my hands and asked me if I would marry him. I felt surprised but I told him I would marry him. He added that he didn't like clinics. I realised that he was asking me if I'd have a family with him. I replied that I would start a family with him. He smiled. I can't remember any more after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-357812081082631388?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/357812081082631388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/357812081082631388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/12/marriage-proposal.html' title='MARRIAGE PROPOSAL'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-6069173560003777907</id><published>2007-12-24T10:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-24T10:48:08.924Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bed'/><title type='text'>VAGUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember seeing a small pale room with a bed in it and someone lying in the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-6069173560003777907?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6069173560003777907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6069173560003777907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/12/vague.html' title='VAGUE'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-7399007898123143113</id><published>2007-09-03T03:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T03:29:59.556+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kissing'/><title type='text'>COMFORT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;My memory is rather fuzzy but I remember dreaming about G and R. I remember being in a dimly lit living room which felt similar to my living room and G was sitting on the sofa. I was kind of lying on top of him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(we were fully clothed)&lt;/span&gt; and he was holding me and stroking my face or my hair. I felt cared for. I was feeling incredibly weak and drained. I felt R behind me kind of hovering around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not literally!)&lt;/span&gt;. G was talking to me in a low voice but I don't remember what he said. I kissed him gently on the lips and then he said,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You want me..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't remember if I replied or not but I laid my head down on his chest. That's all I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-7399007898123143113?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/7399007898123143113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/7399007898123143113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/09/comfort.html' title='COMFORT'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-2902491682044725706</id><published>2007-09-03T03:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T03:55:52.613+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>R AND A WOMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember seeing R and another woman who seemed kind of familiar. She was shorter, slim and had long brown or dark red hair. They were standing up talking to me. The woman was standing to R's left slightly behind him. I think I might know who the woman is. I don't remember anything else except for that I was with G prior to this. I don't remember anything about my interactions with G on this occasion. I woke up feeling drained and fuzzy, with abdominal cramps. I drifted back to sleep and had the next dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-2902491682044725706?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/2902491682044725706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/2902491682044725706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/09/r-and-woman.html' title='R AND A WOMAN'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-3944693471209152414</id><published>2007-09-02T11:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T11:29:53.240+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hatred'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Window'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beheading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soldiers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sword'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chainssaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><title type='text'>HEADS ROLLED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in what seemed to be an unfurnished flat at the top of a house that was built with red bricks. There was a room opposite the one I was in and another one leading off the same room. There was a dark hallway separating the opposite room from the room I was in. I saw in the room opposite that there were several men and women dressed like soldiers wearing black uniforms carrying guns. I was armed with a plethora of weapons including pistols, rifles, some sort of energy rife and a chainsaw. The room I was in was well lit but the room opposite was dimly lit with shadowy areas. There were no doors that I could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw some men creeping along a wall in the dimly lit room and then one of them spotted me. I was standing more or less in full view, occasionally ducking next to the doorway in the brightly lit room. I never left this room at all throughout this dream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The man fired at me and I ducked. Then i began firing. A group of them rushed towards me and I quickly switched to the chainsaw. I saw some of them were women. As they got close to me, they were grouped very closely, so I aimed for their necks and beheaded the group all at once. Several heads rolled! I could see inside their necks too but there was no bone, just flesh. Strangely enough there was no blood splatter as you would expect. They were so easy to behead. It was like slicing through butter. I knew these soldiers weren't human even though they appeared to be human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I turned and saw a female soldier dash out from the room leading off the room I was in. I got her too. Then I saw a man rush towards me with a pair of what looked like gleaming rapiers. He attacked me but I aimed for his neck with the chainsaw. I couldn't believe it when I couldn't cut through his neck. I noticed he had black eyes too.His face was filled with hatred. I didn't feel any fear or hatred but I knew my 'objective' was to try and defeat this guy. He barely hurt me, in fact the only mark he made on me was on my left thumb and it was kind of in the shape of a broken heart with a dash underneath. Like an arch opposite each other with a slanted line at the bottom. I managed to make a dent in the guy's neck all the way around... so there was a red line all the way around, but no matter how much strength I used, I couldn't make the chainsaw go through his neck. But I definitely made him bleed. There was a window behind me and I could see some sort of object like bricks stringed together disappear though the window. I heard someone say something but I can't remember what they said. The guy suddenly fled through the window and disappeared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were no gore or corpses to be found. Throughout this experience, I never felt a lot of fear. In fact, most of the fear I did feel arose when I was cautiously checking through the window for any sign of the guy. I saw a view of a flat roof made from the red bricks right outside the window. I was considering climbing out of the window to hunt him down but I felt that it was too dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-3944693471209152414?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/3944693471209152414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/3944693471209152414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/09/heads-rolled.html' title='HEADS ROLLED!'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-6097838068531486609</id><published>2007-09-01T11:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:35:16.289+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aggression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traffic Jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sign Language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supermarket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dust Cart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><title type='text'>SPENDING TIME WITH G</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;G arrived at my dwelling where it was very dark as if it was night time. We seemed to be outdoors and there was a wall or a small outbuilding with a light shining. He was having a fight with an ex friend of mine, Susan. They were yelling at each other for some reason. Susan had lost her temper with him for some reason and she was throwing small pebbles at him. He was doing his best to dodge the pebbles and was even throwing a few of his own. Next, Susan's mother appeared and she tried to smooth things over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The scene shifted and we were indoors. I was sitting on a sofa with G and I was showing him some paperwork to do with medical insurance for surgery that I needed on my leg. I saw that it only cost £75 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I wish!)&lt;/span&gt; and that it was due to take place in twelve months time in 2008. The room was moderately lit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(think 60w light bulb)&lt;/span&gt; and the lighting had a yellowish tinge to it from a dull yellow light shade. G was rather enthused about the price. We started discussing it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, we were in what seemed to be a large grocery store and G was getting excited about their reward system &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(it was called Nectar I think)&lt;/span&gt;. I told him that the Co-op store in Hayle had a better reward system because they give cash back twice a year. I told him that I sometimes didn't even  have to pay for my groceries because the cash back I had accumulated was more than enough to cover the cost. I told him that on occasion I even got change from it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that I found myself in a car with G. It was my car but he was driving it. I'm not sure but it might have been a Saab or something similar. I recalled that I bought it cheap for £100 and that it was a 2 liter engine. The body of the car was colored dull yellow. It was in good shape too. G told me he liked driving it and he commented on how fast or how powerful it was. He drove rather slowly though. He stopped the car because there was a bit of a traffic jam. We got out of the car and I walked over to another car which was holding the rest of us up. I wanted to speak to the driver to ask why she had stopped in the middle of the road. I saw another older woman come up to us yelling about the traffic jam. She went away after about a minute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw a big middle aged lady who looked like she was poor in the driving seat who was holding a baby. She was weeping. The baby had dead eyes and a bloody misshapen head. It was wrapped in a stinky pink blanket. Being slow on the uptake, I didn't twig that there was anything wrong with the baby until G slowly removed the baby from the lady's arms. I asked him what was wrong with the baby's head. He was standing on the pavement cradling the baby. Either he or the lady told me the baby was dead from a hemorrhage. The penny dropped then. I felt terribly sorry for the lady. I tried to comfort her, stroked her face etc. I felt that the baby was a boy. All I could do was to watch. G showed his sensitive side and told me the baby is beautiful. I couldn't say anything but continued to watch. He told me other things about the baby which I can't recollect other than he thought the baby would have been a lovely kid in his opinion. He held the baby until I saw a dust cart drive by and then he threw the baby into the compactor. I shrieked with shock. I told him he should have had the baby buried. I did understand the reasoning behind his actions though but I felt uncomfortable with it. We walked back to my car and got in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G acted like nothing had happened and went back to his usual self. I remembered that I learned from another dream about him that he had lost a baby of his own. I thought maybe he wasn't expressing his emotions. I decided to ask him about it later. Int he meantime, I was watching him because he told me he had a friend or a relative who was deaf and then bizarrely, he started using some weird sign language I've never seen before. I got the impression that it was an older version compared to today's modern version. He spoke as well and I heard his voice clearly. I sat there in the car feeling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and probably looking)&lt;/span&gt; very bemused and slightly amused. He was talking about what his friend or relative did during a typical school day. Then I felt a slight brief traveling sensation and woke up in tears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Throughout this dream I felt G's energy. Towards the end I felt affection for G.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-6097838068531486609?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6097838068531486609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6097838068531486609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/09/spending-time-with-g.html' title='SPENDING TIME WITH G'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-45150626946410191</id><published>2007-08-31T19:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:56:50.228+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Bulbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aggression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lilac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attack On Others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bucket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uniform'/><title type='text'>FIGHT AT COLLEGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember being at a college. I was in a large brightly lit room which seemed to be a recreation or common room with people of my own age group who seemed to be friends. We were playing a game of some sort. I was wearing an uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At some point I walked down a corridor towards a lecture room, but on the way I remembered I had a SLR camera which was missing. I panicked and headed into another brightly lit room where I saw my ex best friend and her friend standing around a workbench. My camera was on the workbench, it was in pieces. The other girl was holding a broken lilac light bulb and another object from the camera. As soon as my ex best friend spotted me, she put the camera in a bright yellow bucket which was full of what looked like wet cement mix. I flew into a rage and yelled at her. She was heavily pregnant and I threw a punch at her chest. I screamed at her that I was due to start a digital photography course, and that the camera cost £350. She shrieked that she is pregnant. I threw another punch at her chest. She started to cry, realizing that she would have to pay me £350 so that I could buy another camera. I got the feeling they wrecked my camera for some sort of revenge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stormed out and walked into another brightly lit lecture room which was full of people and there were computers etc in there. I tried to calm down and told a guy int here about what happened to my camera. I can't remember what he told me. I knew I was late for my lecture so I settled down. Then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-45150626946410191?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/45150626946410191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/45150626946410191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/08/fight-at-college.html' title='FIGHT AT COLLEGE'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-653802300187941004</id><published>2007-08-29T13:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:47:22.966+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark'/><title type='text'>A CONVERSATION WITH R</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in a dark place with R who was standing up in the crossed legged posture leaning on something with one arm. He was wearing a shirt and dark trousers. There was a dim light surrounding us. We appeared to be having a conversation but the only thing I recollect him saying was something about him seeing or sleeping with other women. The setup seemed designed to make me jealous &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which didn't work since I have no reason to be jealous!)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note: I have since discovered that a dark entity posed as R in order to deceive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-653802300187941004?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/653802300187941004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/653802300187941004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/09/conversation-with-r.html' title='A CONVERSATION WITH R'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-680388339245396295</id><published>2007-08-24T14:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:39:28.234+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark'/><title type='text'>IN BED WITH G</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember I was in a dark bedroom in bed with G. We were naked. I was cuddling with him. And then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-680388339245396295?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/680388339245396295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/680388339245396295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-bed-with-g.html' title='IN BED WITH G'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-1729940594615743410</id><published>2007-08-14T15:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:30:51.403+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Map'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surfing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer Screen'/><title type='text'>GEM DIGGING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember seeing a computer screen with the Skype program showing my contact list. G was on the contact list. I think he was showing as online or away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I was in a room with a group of people, including G. G was sitting next to me with his arm around my shoulders. He seemed fairly detached and neutral in his responses. The rest of the people were talking about digging for gems in a field, and they asked if I wanted to go. I asked G if he was going. He replied that he had better things to do. So I refused to go. I said I had other things to do. He told me I didn't have better things to do. I told him that I have things that need to be sorted out. I got a bit annoyed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A woman came up to me and asked me where I am from. I said I'm from Cornwall. She was under the impression I was from Wales. I showed her on a map where I come from. She told me Hayle is a funny name for a town. She started talking about surfing. I laughed and told her I don't surf. Then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-1729940594615743410?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/1729940594615743410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/1729940594615743410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/08/gem-digging.html' title='GEM DIGGING'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-5452484323813992060</id><published>2007-07-03T19:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T19:30:06.822+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tutorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magazine'/><title type='text'>G AND PHOTOSHOP MAGAZINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember going into a room and I saw G somewhere. I had a Photoshop magazine with me and I was looking at a tutorial of some sort. I spoke to G who didn't seem to want to talk to me but once he realized that I had the Photoshop magazine with me, he asked me about the tutorial. It seemed that he wanted to try it out as well. I felt surprised because I didn't know he was into that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-5452484323813992060?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/5452484323813992060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/5452484323813992060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/07/g-and-photoshop-magazine.html' title='G AND PHOTOSHOP MAGAZINE'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-6052226062492498659</id><published>2007-07-01T15:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T01:56:24.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SO CONFUSING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in a train station but it was an indoor one. There were trains running. I was there to work on a train. It was fairly dark... not much light around. I had to find the right platform so I crossed the rails and climbed up some steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found myself on a train in uniform, with some other women. One of them was teaching us how to serve food and drink to the passengers. So I stayed behind her while she chatted to me, showing me the ropes. Then eventually she asked me if I wanted to try and do the trolley run myself to see how I go. I accepted and pushed the trolley down the train, asking people if they wanted food or drink. I saw some people who I recognized, including a woman with a baby. The train was crowded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, I woke up sprawled in a seat with someone rubbing my back and my bum. I felt disorientated and couldn't remember what happened. The woman who was with me told me that I had slipped up and blacked out. I had baby puke all down my back and the woman and another girl was trying to clean me up a bit. I couldn't remember what happened and I felt terribly confused. We went back to where we were and there was a man there who seemed to be the boss. He accused some other girls of not pulling their weight, and then he asked what happened to me. I couldn't reply because I didn't know what had happened to me. So the woman and another girl explained that I had slipped and fell and knocked myself out, etc. I couldn't remember any of this, and the confusion was getting worse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldn't find my backpack and wallet so I got even more confused because I didn't know what happened to my belongings. The scene shifted and I found myself in a posh and modern university building. I was wearing a pale lilac long skirt and white sandals. I felt I had to be careful when walking around because the soles of the sandals felt slightly slippery. But I walked around in terrible confusion, trying to figure out what was going on. I started to look for someone to talk to, in the hope they would help me. I saw someone who I recognized from childhood but I decided to avoid them because I was not in the mood for idle chit chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I walked out of the busy reception area into a corridor that had strange walls. The walls looked like they were made out of plastic bricks in various colors. There was no one in the corridor. I noticed a square hole at the foot of the wall and got on the floor to see what was in it. I saw a tunnel with another hole at the other side, and I saw an elevator on the other side of the wall. I tried to squeeze through the hole to reach the elevator, but I got stuck. So I crawled back out and carried on walking down the corridor. I saw there was a flight of metal stairs leading down to the floor below me. I decided I didn't want to go down there, so I walked back up the corridor, trying to find the reception area. I got lost, and confused because I couldn't find it. Eventually I found the reception area. I started wandering around the reception area, not knowing what to do and I felt even more confused. I kept wondering what happened to me and what happened to my belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eventually I approached the reception desk, and a short woman with dark curly hair asked me if she could do anything for me. I replied that I needed help. So we took a walk and I tried to explain to her what my problem was. We walked into another room where I saw various young people being taught a class by a female. The woman with me asked me if I could actually see. I replied hotly that of course I could see, I'd just had my eyes tested and I have new eye glasses. The other woman who was teaching in the room shoved us out of the room and told us to go somewhere else. So I followed the woman with me to a place near some stairs and she told me she was only kidding about whether I could see or not. I apologized for getting frustrated with her and tried to explain that I felt terribly confused and that I had lost my belongings, and that I had an accident... but I woke up before I finished telling her what the problem was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-6052226062492498659?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6052226062492498659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6052226062492498659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-confusing.html' title='SO CONFUSING'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-3845977818002388750</id><published>2007-07-01T03:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T03:46:33.377+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigarettes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brown'/><title type='text'>CHAT WITH MUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in aa house, and I was in a bedroom. I was in bed, having just woken up. I got up and walked by the front door. As I walked by the front door, I saw someone disappearing around the corner. I decided to hide because I didn't want to see anyone. So I went back to bed and pretended to sleep. The next thing I knew, my Mum walked in and shook me. She asked me if I had seen her outside. I replied that I hadn't. She mentioned my uncle as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found myself somewhere with Mum. I'm not sure if it was some sort of warehouse or factory. We seemed to be in a yard. She started working with some really large sheet of what looked like brown leather or something that looked like leather. She was trimming them with a machine. We were chatting but I don't recall what about. Some other people came along, and I lit up a cigarette and offered cigarettes to Mum and the other people. I was sitting down, doing something to my leg because my leg didn't feel right. Mum seemed rather serious while she was talking with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-3845977818002388750?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/3845977818002388750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/3845977818002388750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/07/chat-with-mum.html' title='CHAT WITH MUM'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-6389017170081821053</id><published>2007-06-28T19:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T19:29:19.372+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kissing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>BBQ FUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember being with Nana and I had asked one of her friends to bring some DVD movies. I was inside Nana's house in the living room. I was on the floor when Nana's friend turned up with DVDs etc. Nana and her friend start talking about technology. I got the feeling Nana didn't approve of my asking her friend to bring DVDs with her but Nana was curious about technology such as games consoles and DVD players etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, I found I was at a BBQ with some neighbors who I didn't know very well. I was with a couple of girls and a guy who seemed to be related to me. Thee other family consisted of two girls and a guy. I was sexually attracted to the guy and decided to go for it. I went over to him and struck up a conversation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(flirting really!)&lt;/span&gt;. We were eating burgers. Then he invited me into his house, so I followed him. We went into a kitchen and stood up against a worktop chatting. His sisters were about to go out, leaving us alone. So we had a kiss, but his sister came back in and caught us kissing. She started laughing with mock horror and just kidded around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-6389017170081821053?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6389017170081821053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6389017170081821053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/bbq-fun.html' title='BBQ FUN'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-202244983684226964</id><published>2007-06-28T19:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T19:52:43.735+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crystals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>CREATING A GARDEN IN A PLANTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I recall sitting in front of this little planter. It looked like a black tray. I was lining it with crystals of various types. Some of the crystals I remember putting into the tray included snowy obsidian and other black ones such as black tourmaline etc. Of course, there was the soil etc to add in and I continued creating a garden in the planter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The message seemed to be, "Tend to the garden, make it grow." or something along the lines of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-202244983684226964?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/202244983684226964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/202244983684226964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/creating-garden-in-planter.html' title='CREATING A GARDEN IN A PLANTER'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-9216751937460048871</id><published>2007-06-27T19:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T19:48:08.813+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park'/><title type='text'>G GOT A SLAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was outdoors in what seemed to be a park. G was there too. I was in shorts and a t-shirt and running shoes. I asked G something but I don't recall what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, I saw a dark haired woman jogging along the path. G ran up behind her and pinched her bum. The woman turned around and slapped him hard around the face. After that, I started doing a long jump on the grassy area. I think G was watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-9216751937460048871?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/9216751937460048871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/9216751937460048871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/g-got-slap.html' title='G GOT A SLAP'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-4091254830681247849</id><published>2007-06-26T19:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T19:52:04.437+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White'/><title type='text'>A VISIT BY NANA'S FRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was inside a big house, which seemed to be mine. It was kind of messy. I perceived the exterior walls to be white. There was a window looking out on the road, and the carport was around the corner but people used a different entrance when visiting the house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw a couple of women come up to the house. One of them I recognized as Nana's friend. I didn't want to see them in particular but I allowed them inside anyway. I can't recall what they came for but I think it was something to do with a hospital or similar place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-4091254830681247849?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4091254830681247849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4091254830681247849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/visit-by-nanas-friend.html' title='A VISIT BY NANA&apos;S FRIEND'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-951949402711035533</id><published>2007-06-26T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:16:41.559+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>LEARNING ABOUT HUMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember sitting in a big room on a stage with Nana. There was a small audience in front of me, consisting of adults. I was there to entertain them as a comedian. I wasn't sure what kind of jokes to tell, so I spent time asking Nana what kind of jokes I should tell. I asked her if toilet humor was appropriate for this audience. She replied that it wasn't. So I asked her about other types of jokes such as offensive, non-PC ones, and other types. Nana spent time explaining to me what kind of jokes were acceptable. She certainly didn't think offensive jokes were the best to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-951949402711035533?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/951949402711035533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/951949402711035533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/learning-about-humor.html' title='LEARNING ABOUT HUMOR'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-5895817933676253442</id><published>2007-06-23T20:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T21:47:50.842+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Necklace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magicians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Streets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigarettes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mobile Phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reluctance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>MY COUSIN AND I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up in a bed with my Nana and it was early morning. I noticed the room was dark, and the digital alarm clock on the bedside cabinet was malfunctioning and it was starting to burst into flames. I woke up Nana and told her the alarm clock was on fire. She was very grumpy. She seemed to ignore the fact that the alarm clock was on fire and ordered me to get up instead of lying in the bed. She made it clear she was tired of my lazy ways and continued to berate me. I told Nana I had no problem with getting up early but I did have a problem with the alarm clock being on fire. I was worried about the flames. Anyway I got out of bed and walked into the kitchen. Nana continued to complain about my lazy ways etc, and I was beginning to tire of Nana's nagging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Nana had to answer the phone because it was ringing. After hanging up, she told me I have an opportunity to go to America for several weeks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(15-20 weeks)&lt;/span&gt; to stay with my Uncle and Aunt. I refused to go because I didn't like my Aunt. Nana insisted that either I go to the USA or I move out and fend for myself. My Uncle and Aunt rocked up and my Aunt invited me to stay with her in the USA. I refused again. Nana and my Aunt got talking and it was clear that Nana was moaning to my Aunt about my laziness. I was beginning to feel unwanted at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Aunt turned to me and said, "Whether or not you come to the USA with me, you're out of here by Monday."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I replied, "Fine."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Aunt said, "I love you, you know!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just gave her an incredulous and disbelieving look, thinking to myself that my Aunt loves no one except for herself. Then I walked out of the room. I went into another room and found a man in there who seemed to be living with Nana as a common in law husband. I didn't recognize him at all. He was sitting down working, and he looked at me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said, "I want you out of here."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shrugged and went back into the kitchen. I informed everyone that I was going out for a walk. I grabbed my coat and mobile phone then I went out. At this point, I was feeling very hurt and unwanted. I decided that I wasn't going to stay with anyone and that I would be better off by myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I walked up the road and there was a small corner shop up ahead of me. There were loads of young people hanging out around there, having fun. I realized that it was a Saturday night, and inwardly groaned because it meant that there would be loads of people around, and I didn't really feel like being around people. Anyway I decided to stay out because I didn't want to be around my family after the way they were behaving towards me. So I walked through the crowd of young people, hoping to go unnoticed. But a guy came up to me and showed me a game. I carried on walking but the guy kept up with me talking about this game. I looked at the object he was holding. It was a square sheet of transparent perspex acrylic plastic. It had 5 indents in it, one for each finger on a hand. He told me the name of the game, but I only remember part of the name which is 'EYES'. He started spitting on the perspex and making it all wet and slimy. Then he put his fingers in the indents and started doing something to the perspex. I said it was disgusting and that I didn't want to play. Then my cousin Philip turned up and started talking about the game too. I said I wasn't interested in the game. So I carried on walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Philip came with me and I told him  I was upset because of the family not wanting me around. I asked him about life in the USA and he said it was nice there. I said I didn't want to stay with my Aunt and Uncle because I was tired of following other people's rules and I just wanted to do whatever I wanted to do without worrying about upsetting everyone else. Philip indicated that he understood. We carried on walking, and Philip received a text message on his mobile phone from Papa, asking if I was moving to the States. I complained then because I wondered why Papa was asking Philip instead of me. We had a cigarette, and continued talking about the possibility of me going to the USA. I said I could try and get my own place then visit my Aunt and Uncle, so they could spend time with me but I would also have my own space. Philip agreed that was a good option. He added that my Aunt spends a lot of time outside rather than in the family home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We walked into a city and found a backstreet pub. We climbed the stairs and a waitress asked us if we wanted free drinks. We agreed. So she directed us to a small table in the back of the pub. The pub was packed full of people. There wasn't a lot of space in the pub. I noticed a small group of people who I recognized as magicians. We next near them. there was two vending machines near us, giving away free drinks. Philip looked at them and said he didn't like these drinks. I checked out the vending machines, and one of them had a drink product made by RB (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which I thought was strange, as I didn't think RB would be into making free drinks!)&lt;/span&gt; and the other one had cola flavored ice from TMI. I didn't try any of these drinks but carried on smoking with Philip and talking to him about the States.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was sitting in a chair that had a dark brown wooden frame with a dark red padding on the seat the the backrest. The seat sank down a bit as I sat on it. It felt rather comfortable. I looked behind me at the group of magicians and saw that most of them were women. I turned back to Philip, and one of the magicians handed me a black chip necklace which I accepted. I didn't see which magician gave it to me. I put the necklace into my pocket. Another short older woman with short curly hair squeezed past me to join the group of magicians. She looked friendly. I got good vibes from the group of magicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As Philip and I were chilling out, a young guy came up to us and started picking on Philip about his size. Philip is a tall and lean built guy and he is attractive to look at. Philip didn't do anything but the other guy wouldn't leave us alone or stop being a pain in the butt so I stood up and noticed I was much taller and larger than Philip and the other guy. Compared to me, the other guy might as well have been a dwarf.  Philip's height is similar to mine although I am bigger than he is. I made sure the other guy was aware of me, and he just stood there in shock looking at me from toe all the way up to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When he looked at my face, I bellowed, "BUGGER OFF!" and he scarpered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sat back down, at my normal size and started laughing. Philip thought it was funny too. We resumed chatting for a short while, then we went back outside. Someone joined us and we walked down the street. I walked by some store windows, and Philip found some plastic milk bottles. He was collecting them. I found that I was holding one for him. I still felt a bit down so I just carried on walking, smoking a cigarette and listening to Philip and the other person chatter away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-5895817933676253442?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/5895817933676253442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/5895817933676253442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-cousin-and-i.html' title='MY COUSIN AND I'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-2941213490609294217</id><published>2007-06-23T18:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T20:11:12.324+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bakery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Upset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transformation'/><title type='text'>A TRANSFORMATION OF A GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a bakery in my home town and I noticed a young girl who was dressed in clothes from the '50's working there. The other women working there took her under their wing. Over time, I noticed the girl's dress sense and looks had changed dramatically. Eventually she looked like a modern grl from today, wearing up to date clothes and make-up. Her attitude had also changed from being girlish and timid to being more feisty and bubbly. There was a guy working at the bakery and the girl had taken a liking to him. She had even started smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eventually, her mother turned up at the bakery to take her home. The girl protested that she wanted to stay. The mother insisted that the girl had to come home. The girl got upset. The girl said to her mother that she wanted to stay because she enjoyed the lifestyle, she wanted to date and do stuff that other people do. I noticed that underneath the transformation, the old demeanor towards her mother was still present.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eventually I became the girl and I started putting on a cardigan, ready to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-2941213490609294217?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/2941213490609294217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/2941213490609294217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/transformation-of-girl.html' title='A TRANSFORMATION OF A GIRL'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-8766291232145274807</id><published>2007-06-23T03:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T04:35:48.740+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out Of Control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parcels'/><title type='text'>AN OUT OF CONTROL LAMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I entered a bedroom which appeared to be my own. I had a lot of parcels to open. They were left on my bed for me by someone. I opened them up, and decided what to keep and what to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got into bed, and then noticed I had another parcel to open. So I opened it, and saw that it contained a desktop LED lamp which also operated as a fan. So I decided to try it out. It was a cool lamp, one of these lamps which could be adjusted. I plugged it in and switched it on. Nothing happened, so I checked the plug. The plug wasn't plugged in all the way into the socket. So I pushed it in all the way, carefully. Then I tried to switch on the lamp again. It lit up with a red LED. It also had a metal shield on it for the fan aspect. I decided to try the fan out. That's when things started to go wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I tried to turn on the fan, it blew too hard. So I tried the various knobs on the lamp to adjust the air flow but nothing worked. The fan just blew hard and out of control. Eventually, I noticed there were little extensions on the metal shield and they popped out with little fans attached to them. All of the fans just started whirring out of control and there was nothing I could do to control the air flow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At some point I noticed an eye looking at me from the curtains. The eye was creepy looking, it had an eyelid and the usual skin around the eyeball. It seemed to be a part of the curtain and it wasn't a human eye. It looked like it belonged on a creature or a devil entity. The skin surrounding the eye was scaly like a bird or a lizard and it was colored red at first, then when I looked again, it was colored green. I decided I didn't like the look of the eye, and tried to change the color of the eye to blue. Then I tried sending spiritual light into the room via my hands. I remember closing my eyes and feeling energy in my chest then I sent it out through my arms and hands. It was a strange experience for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to the fan, it was still misbehaving. By this point, it was turning itself on and off, and I decided I'd had enough and thought I would sell it on instead. So somehow I got the fan to fold up and I put the lamp away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-8766291232145274807?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8766291232145274807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8766291232145274807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/out-of-control-lamp.html' title='AN OUT OF CONTROL LAMP'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-3516146532246924054</id><published>2007-06-22T04:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T04:59:19.443+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supermarket'/><title type='text'>SHOPPING WITH NANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in a supermarket with Nana and we were enjoying spending time together. Another woman joined us at some point and we went to the bakery counter where I saw cakes and buns. I didn't pick any of them up though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At some point, Nana was telling me that recently I had perked up a bit, and she described how my eyes lights up when I'm not depressed. I remember as she was saying this, I could see her face so clearly. She looked happy and smiley. She alsso looked quite a bit younger... in her late 40s. I felt a lot of love for Nana and I knew she loved me dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I was talking to her about how I could get active, and what sports I would like to try if I was able to. We talked about football. I told Nana I didn't like football. She asked me why. I replied that I just didn't understand the rules of the game. She told me it was easy and that she knew the rules of the game. So I picked up some football clothing and said I would give football a try. At this point, my friend from my childhood turned up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I haven't spoken to this friend in a few years and I do miss her)&lt;/span&gt; and started talking to me about football. My friend had a nice smile on her face and she was friendly towards me. I realized how much I miss my friend. I woke up and had a bit of a cry. I am glad I saw some friendly and familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-3516146532246924054?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/3516146532246924054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/3516146532246924054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/shopping-with-nana.html' title='SHOPPING WITH NANA'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-9147038969984366778</id><published>2007-06-21T04:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T05:34:04.934+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telephone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heated Discussion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><title type='text'>CONVERSATION WITH MUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was sitting in my lounge, and the TV channels were acting up. I couldn't get some of the channels to display on the TV, including the BBC channels. And then I noticed the telephone wasn't working either. I got so frustrated. Mum showed up and sat down. She asked me why I was frustrated. I told her about the problem I was having with some of the TV channels and the telephone. She said something about drugs. I replied that I was not on drugs. Then Mum said something about drug addiction. I think Mum was making a comparison between material items and drug addiction i.e. TV is like a drug for many people, etc. This lead to a heated conversation about drugs and her illegal activities from when she was alive. I said something about a crack house and she said that her house was not a crack house, it was her house that had gotten taken over by her drug dealer boyfriend etc. Mum said she is getting a new house now. I wasn't very happy at all in this dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-9147038969984366778?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/9147038969984366778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/9147038969984366778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/conversation-with-mum.html' title='CONVERSATION WITH MUM'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-720084103305588814</id><published>2007-06-17T17:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T17:38:15.521+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mirror'/><title type='text'>A VISION IN THE BATHROOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember sitting in a room, at a table eating some food. I was accompanied by various people I knew from my past. The room was lit but very dimly, and it was decorated in warm colors. We were having a laugh. After a while, I got up and noticed my hair had gotten wet. So I went into the bathroom, and pulled a hair drier out of my jeans pocket. I saw in the mirror what I looked like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my usual self, with red Adidas t-shirt, dark blue jeans and trainers)&lt;/span&gt;. I proceeded to dry my hair, but then I had a vision. I saw images of G and myself, accompanied by a deep sense of missing G and longing to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-720084103305588814?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/720084103305588814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/720084103305588814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/vision-in-bathroom.html' title='A VISION IN THE BATHROOM'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-1346336213821515408</id><published>2007-06-17T03:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T03:47:57.765+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddhism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Execution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suicide'/><title type='text'>EXECUTIONS IN JAIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got out of someone's car. A man told me that we were going to look around a jail which housed women. I wasn't keen on the idea but I went along anyway. We walked into this old building, and walked by the gallows. I shuddered and said that I didn't want to know about that part of the jail. There were women in there. Suddenly the trapdoor above us swung open and a woman with fair skin and blond hair dropped through, dangling by the neck from a rope. Her eyes weren't covered so I could see her eyes and she was dead. There was something strange about it though. Instead of hanging from the noose on her own, she was accompanied by another woman who was attached to the hung woman, but this woman wasn't being hung. She swung the rope over to the other side of the room for some reason. There was a room above us, and it was full of women. It seemed that they were being queued up to be executed. I just felt distaste at the whole thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, we came across some dark skinned &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(possibly Indian or similar)&lt;/span&gt; women dressed in multicolored clothing, like the clothing that Muslim women wear. Their clothing was striped and had lots of colors. They were tied to a metal fence. The man told me that these women have a name to describe what they are doing. I can't remember the name, but the women were killing themselves instead of being executed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember sitting in a big room with this man, and there were people in the room lecturing about Buddhism. I heard what they had to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(although I can't remember what they said now)&lt;/span&gt; and then I whispered to the man that I was glad I wasn't a Buddhist because I didn't believe in or agree with what these people were saying. He said something to me and I replied further that I hold a different set of beliefs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The scene shifted and I found myself back in the execution area, but this time I was attached to a woman who was being hanged, and I remember having gone through the trapdoor, swinging through the room below towards the wall on the other side of the room. I woke up feeling disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-1346336213821515408?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/1346336213821515408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/1346336213821515408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/executions-in-jail.html' title='EXECUTIONS IN JAIL'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-7809943754589201849</id><published>2007-06-15T15:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:47:28.786+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handwriting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lumps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notepaper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>A LETTER FROM G</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was reading a letter that had been written by G to me. I read it and became rather upset because I felt despaired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember talking to G about spores that were causing groups of lumps to appear on my skin. We were discussing about how these spores happened to be in the area, and how to get rid of them. I showed G the lumps that had appeared on my skin. They were in clusters. I was telling him that the spores come in through an open door and that I wished people would keep it shut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided to re-read the letter and realized I hadn't got the intended message originally. I sure got the message this time around. The letter began by saying that G missed me and he was really busy but he will contact me soon. I do remember some of the wording in the letter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I forgot what the rest of the letter said though)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I missed you a bit..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"...mega-busy but I will be in touch soon..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Maybe one day..."&lt;/p&gt;The letter was written on white lined notepaper and it was written in a blue ink in scrawly handwriting that I could just about decipher.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-7809943754589201849?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/7809943754589201849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/7809943754589201849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/letter-from-g.html' title='A LETTER FROM G'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-8620954372868042679</id><published>2007-06-15T03:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:27:02.215+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bicycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escalator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elevator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toothbrush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Possession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Power Cut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deaf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><title type='text'>BANKING G'S CASH AND DEALING WITH A POSSESSED TOOTHBRUSH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember being somewhere where there was a power cut. I knew G was nearby so I went to find him in the darkness. I found him and asked him to be with me. He agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At some point, G asked me to bank his money for him. I agreed to do this for him. I found myself cycling into the city and then I found a large posh looking bank. I went inside the bank, and saw a row of ATMs, and a flight of stairs leading to the cashiers. I also spotted an escalator, but I decided I didn't want to use the stairs or the escalator because I didn't feel it was safe for me. I recall thinking that accidents happen on escalators. Instead, I tried to use an ATM to deposit G's money. It wouldn't work. I spotted a guy in a black uniform and asked him for help. The guy started to talk but I couldn't hear anything so I told him about my hearing loss. He improvised and told me the ATMs weren't working. He suggested doing something else to bank the money and showed me an elevator. It was a service elevator. It was curved, small and on one side it was made of glass so I could see over the city.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The scene shifted and I found myself walking on the street, and then I bumped into G. With G watching me, I watched myself hurtle off down the road, down a hill on a skateboard, having a lot of fun. The sun was shining and the road had no traffic on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The scene shifted again and I was cycling down a road which felt familiar to me, and it was absolutely pouring down with rain. The sky looked grey and dark, the clouds were hanging very low. I cycled and saw my old college appear in the distance. I cycled into the yard, aand by this point, I was soaked through to the skin and the rain had become torrential. I saw several cars parked up and I could see through a window into a room full of people having a meeting of some sort. My friend who works at this college in waking life was present. She saw me and let me in. I went in the room with her and crouched down by her seat. They were having a meeting about a problem they were experiencing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eventually I learned what their problem was. They were having a problem of a supernatural nature. Apparently there was a toothbrush that seemed to be possessed. It was an ordinary toothbrush. When I picked it up, I got a bad vibe off it. One girl suggested using a protection cloth. A woman was talking, and then she chucked the toothbrush at me so I would examine it. I yelled at her not to chuck it at me. Then I said that they needed to protect themselves and use a ritual. I started to explain what they needed to do, i.e. perform a protection prayer, and then I was going to explain how to perform a ritual, but then I heard a loud roaring noise and woke up before I could explain how to perform a banishment ritual. I was seriously creeped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-8620954372868042679?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8620954372868042679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8620954372868042679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/banking-gs-cash-and-dealing-with.html' title='BANKING G&apos;S CASH AND DEALING WITH A POSSESSED TOOTHBRUSH'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-4280233195854314292</id><published>2007-06-14T04:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T04:46:28.779+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Go Karts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supermarket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belligerence'/><title type='text'>ARGUMENT WITH MUM IN SUPERMARKET</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember being in this huge place that looked like a supermarket but everything was super-sized. I was with some women and my Mum. My Mum looked very different, she looked like a punk in Technicolor! She had spiky hair, and wore weird clothes. We were bickering a lot in BSL. I and some other people decided to race some go karts around this place. But we all ended up falling in some water or liquid except for one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, I went back to shopping and bickering with Mum. Most of our communication was done via BSL. I don't remember what we bickered about, I think it was something to do with what Mum was doing or how she was behaving, or something that she did in the past. It is possible she was arguing with me about stuff I had done in the past too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, Mum went off somewhere, and I carried on shopping for stuff. I was with a couple of women who seemed to be friends. I saw a glass jug that I wanted to buy and picked it up then carried on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-4280233195854314292?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4280233195854314292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4280233195854314292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/argument-with-mum-in-supermarket.html' title='ARGUMENT WITH MUM IN SUPERMARKET'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-4360345523537616477</id><published>2007-06-12T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:15:43.708+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Electrocution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room Rental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><title type='text'>G, S AND I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember being in a big car with G and S, and we stopped at a small village or a holiday camp with chalets or small dwellings. We got out of the car and G said he wanted his room to himself. I protested, and he repeated that he wanted his room to himself and that was that. So I went with S, but as we were walking along with our luggage, we had a bit of a spat and S walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to a room by myself and got into bed. I wasn't feeling happy at all. There was a small portable TV and a lamp in the room. The TV was switched on, and I tried to turn on the lamp, even though it was still daylight. The lamp nearly killed me as I turned it on, the wire sparked nearly electrocuting me. The wire jumped around a bit. It was a death trap. So I lay in bed for a bit, and noticed that there were kids peering in through the open window around the curtains. I shooed them away, but they just went and looked around the other curtains. So I turned off the TV and they went away. I just lay there but I knew I wouldn't sleep without a lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was starting to get angry about G. So I went outside, and bumped into a couple of women. I explained to them about the lamp and what happened to me. I was sitting on something with my prosthesis off because it was hurting me. They talked to me via BSL and one of them said they would look into the incident with the lamp. I went off and the next thing I recall is I found G, but I was drunk and holding a bottle. I was on the ground in the street, and G came out of his room. He crouched down next to me and asked me what was up. I told him he either lend me his lamp or I was going to share his room, like it or not. He gave me this patronizing smile. I leaned in close and I could smell his aftershave or shampoo or something. And then I noticed his hair was well messed up like it was spiky, and it was wet. I realized then that he probably wanted his room to himself so he could pull a woman. I wasn't happy at all. So I went inside his room with him and he gave me a small object and told me he would see me tomorrow at 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-4360345523537616477?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4360345523537616477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4360345523537616477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/g-s-and-i.html' title='G, S AND I'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-6607496367354107574</id><published>2007-06-12T04:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T04:36:48.127+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Candle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belligerence'/><title type='text'>AN ARGUMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember being in a house with another girl and an older woman who was looking after us. She was in bed. The other girl who was younger than me, she was in another bedroom. I walked out of my bedroom and saw some flickering in the other girl's bedroom. I went in there and saw a lit candle. I went into the woman's bedroom and woke her up, and told her that lit candles shouldn't be left unattended because it can be a fire hazard. She replied that it would be fine. I disagreed. Then we got into an argument about the mess in the house, which belonged to me. We were in the kitchen at this point. There was a couple of other older women there ganging up on me. I saw the other girl come into the kitchen. She felt like a sister to me and her name was Clem. I gently asked Clem to go in the other room. Then I turned to the women and yelled at them about how difficult it was for me, and I was picking up some stuff which I had no use for. I felt like I was being judged by the women for living in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-6607496367354107574?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6607496367354107574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6607496367354107574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/argument.html' title='AN ARGUMENT'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-4415787458868696937</id><published>2007-06-09T13:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T04:08:11.700+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aggression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buildings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attack On Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Window'/><title type='text'>I GOT ATTACKED BY AN OLD ENEMY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got attacked by an old enemy. I was in a room, and all of a sudden Dot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(who still has it in for me unfortunately)&lt;/span&gt; bursts into the room and tries to get to me. Fortunately there were some other people in the room who got her out. She was being verbally abusive and physically aggressive.  I got the door and shut it, but because I could hear her on the other side of the door threatening to kick it down, I realized that I would have to block the door. Dot kept trying to burst through the door, but I rammed myself up against it and successfully kept her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, I looked up and there was an old window overlooking another building with a similar window. I could see cannabis plants growing, there were loads of them. It looked like someone was growing commercially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-4415787458868696937?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4415787458868696937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4415787458868696937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-got-attacked-by-old-enemy.html' title='I GOT ATTACKED BY AN OLD ENEMY!'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-2203645519884927865</id><published>2007-06-08T19:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T19:42:48.588+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orange'/><title type='text'>A STAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was drifting off to sleep, I saw myself flying over a star up close. It was so big, all I could see was its fiery surface. The next thing I saw was a bright orange sea and some bubbles streamed past me. It was as if I was swimming underwater in an orange ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-2203645519884927865?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/2203645519884927865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/2203645519884927865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/star.html' title='A STAR'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-4614292764297329021</id><published>2007-06-08T14:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:07:29.887+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hexagonal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attack On Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White'/><title type='text'>DEMON ENCOUNTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember standing in this large hall which looked rather sci-fi, and there was a demon standing in front of me a short distance away. There was a hexagonal platform to my right, next to the demon. The demon looked just like a demon in Doom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(a video game)&lt;/span&gt;. The demon was a mix of animal and human flesh. He had furry legs, hooves, and his upper torso was very bulky and had a lot of muscle. He had an ugly face. He also had a green glow around his hands. He basically looked like the typical devil stereotype. At no point did I feel so afraid that I couldn't fight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The demon started attacking me with green fireballs. I dodged many of his fireballs but also got hit by a few. I attacked back, but I'm not sure what I attacked with. After a short while, the demon rushed towards me to attack me in close range. I ran backwards and made for the platform. As I ran towards the platform, it started moving, and some smaller similar shaped platforms started rising from within the main platform, like a series of steps. They were different colors, red, blue and yellow. I ran up them and got on the top platform just as it was rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At this point, I started viewing myself in third person and saw the demon following me up on a separate platform which was colored black and white. The platform I was standing on was colored red. The platform I was standing on stopped and there was another red square platform in front of me next to a walkway which led to a door. I'm not sure what color the door was, I think it was blue. As I stepped on the other platform, it began rising and the platform I was standing on began lowering, so I couldn't get on the other platform to escape the demon. At this point, I felt like giving up because I knew I would have to fight the demon again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-4614292764297329021?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4614292764297329021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4614292764297329021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/demon-encounter.html' title='DEMON ENCOUNTER'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-5240288008176907633</id><published>2007-06-04T06:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T06:47:15.047+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Astronaut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attack On Others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aliens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hostage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firearms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Space Craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telepathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compounds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danger'/><title type='text'>HELD HOSTAGE BY ALIENS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I recall floating in space observing an astronaut boarding a space craft. He was connected by a pipe or something, like they are when doing maintenance. He opened an external door and climbed inside. The door was clearly marked in yellow and black. Unfortunately, the door shut itself, trapping the astronaut inside this space craft. I knew then that he was in trouble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, I was inside a space craft, and it appeared to be empty, except for what looked like cargo crates and other machinery, and very dangerous. It was kind of dark too. I observed that there were several compounds present. There was gas escaping from a pipe. I got some information from somewhere &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the information just popped into my mind and I heard a voice narrating)&lt;/span&gt; about the nature of the gas. I learned that this gas was extremely hot and dangerous. If someone walked near it, they would be instantly evaporated. I experienced this evaporation just to see what it was like. It wasn't pleasant. Of course, no harm came to me. There were other dangerous substances present too but I recall this gas the most clearly. It had a name but I only recall part of it: Neo---ite. So I proceeded past the leaking pipe to another internal door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I approached the door, I saw several beings burst out of the door, dragging the astronaut with them and there were other hostages. The beings were wearing masks, disguising them so I think they were aliens. There were a couple of guys armed with firearms. They began shooting but once they ran out of ammunition, they got killed, and I picked up their firearms, and tried firing them but nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, I saw an external door open, and the hostages were released. They walked out into a building. There was a door opened in the building, and I saw a world &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I don''t know if it was Earth or another planet, but the surroundings looked a lot like Earth so it could have been Earth)&lt;/span&gt;. As I approached the door, a bunch of creatures rushed in. One I remember specifically was a large bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somehow, I found myself outside with other humans and I climbed up some rocks and saw a strange dwelling built into the rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-5240288008176907633?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/5240288008176907633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/5240288008176907633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/held-hostage-by-aliens.html' title='HELD HOSTAGE BY ALIENS'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-8813746161496493497</id><published>2007-06-03T13:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:18:35.066+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Violet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forest'/><title type='text'>ANOTHER WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;In this dream I was in the role of an observer. I observed a very old man with a long white beard, and he was wearing some old fashioned clothing like a robe and hat, etc. I got the impression he was a nomad and a wizard. He was with another younger female who was dressed in similar clothing. He was telling this woman that there wasn't many people in the world. He offered her a choice: either go out in the world alone, or stay so he could teach her what he knew. They were in the middle of a forest. I looked around me and saw a lot of greenery and trees, and a stream. I looked at the stream and noticed a large green leaf floating on the water, being carried along. The air was a yellow/green color and it was rather misty. I turned my attention back to the old man and the woman, they were walking along. The woman seemed to have made the decision to go alone. The old man warned her again that she really would be alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, I saw the same woman, but she was much taller and bigger &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(or I was a lot smaller - like the size of an animal or insect, which is more likely)&lt;/span&gt;. She was trapped inside a cage which was hanging on a large tree. She was screaming for help. She called the old man's name over and over. I only recall part of the name - Rant----. There were evil fairies taunting the woman and they were torturing her. They used some sort of metal contraption to strangle her. The fairies were hovering near the cage. There were several of them and they thought it was a big game. I remember the color of their wings - violet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The scene shifted and I saw a landscape away from the forest. The old man was sitting on a hill or a cliff with someone else and he was weeping with grief. I knew he was weeping for the woman who was being tortured by the fairies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-8813746161496493497?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8813746161496493497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8813746161496493497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-world.html' title='ANOTHER WORLD'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-6218093544499203605</id><published>2007-06-03T13:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:14:09.590+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receptionist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Security'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dressing Gown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hospital'/><title type='text'>GETTING LOST IN A HOSPITAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in hospital on a ward as a patient. I was clothed in a purple dressing gown. I had nothing else on underneath that. For some reason I ran out of the ward and ran down some series of corridors. Then I realized I was lost. I couldn't remember the name of the ward I was on. So I eventually went to a woman who appeared to be a receptionist and asked her how to get back to the ward. She asked me which ward was I supposed to be on. I told her I couldn't recall the name of the ward. She gave me a name of the ward and then she told me that since there was tight security at the hospital, I would have to pass the security. She told me that there were CCTV at each door. And there was a fingerprint recognition machine at each door. She showed me how to use them. She said she had to get off her shift for it was nearly finished but she spent some time helping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-6218093544499203605?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6218093544499203605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6218093544499203605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/getting-lost-in-hospital.html' title='GETTING LOST IN A HOSPITAL'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-93425896382854740</id><published>2007-06-03T06:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T07:20:25.710+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attack On Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toilet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attack On Others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pub'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>A FLYING NIGHTMARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was with Nana and Mum in a town. We decided to go shopping. We ended up flying magically. At some point, Nana got replaced by this guy. As we were flying, I got a problem with my prosthesis. It kept sliding off while we were flying in the air. Mum was sitting behind me, and the guy was sitting in front of me. I asked the guy to hold onto my prosthesis to make sure I didn't lose it mid-flight. He held onto it for me. We landed in a field but there were some weird creatures. So we took flight again and looked for somewhere safe to land. We found another field which had some creatures in it but there was an area which was free of the creatures. So we landed there and I examined my prosthesis to see why it was sliding off. I found what looked like melted chocolate inside the lining. I realized that there was some creatures coming towards us. These creatures looked like they were made completely out of earth. So I quickly washed the stuff off my prosthesis and put it back on, and then we escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somehow my Mum and the guy got replaced by a couple of girls in my age group. At this point I noticed we were flying on a broomstick. I was sandwiched between the two girls. We flew around for a bit. I noticed some strange creatures on the ground. One I remember in particular was loads of the trees were 'alive' like the Whomping Tree from Harry Potter. And I remember seeing what looked like ladybirds but they were massive, the size of a medium animal. We landed in a place where there was a building because we needed the toilet. As I was in the loo, one of the girls found a semi transparent veil that was brown in color. She told me she had just discovered that there were some people here who murdered anyone wearing these veils. At this point, a guy burst in on us waving a scimitar around. He looked like an Arab. He was going to kill the girl because she was still wearing the veil. We all screamed and managed to escape on the broomstick. On the broomstick, the girl made us fly higher and faster to get away. we were dipping in amongst the trees and then climbing, then diving. It was a bit erratic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eventually we found a pub. We thought we would be safe there so we landed and went inside the pub. We found a table to relax at. I still needed to pee because I hadn't finished my business due to being attacked. I asked one of the girls to come with me because I was nervous. She initially refused but I told her there was no way I was going on my own, not after nearly being killed. So she went with me, she had a pee and I had a pee. When I came out, I found one of the girls missing, she had been transformed into a small dog with brown fur. the dog reminded me of a small spaniel. I tried to find the other girl but couldn't find her. I realized we were still in danger and I went outside to escape on the broomstick. As I commanded the broomstick to float, using my hand, an older woman came outside and used some magic to dispel my magical command. I grabbed the stick and attacked her with it. She had a wild expression on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was attacking her, a guy came out of another door and told me what I should do to the woman. I wasn't listening but the stick had somehow gained a mind of its own and started pulling and ripping at the woman's clothes while the man was talking. Suddenly, one of the girls reappeared and I realized she had come out of the dog that I was still holding. I felt horrified but then the woman dragged the girl into the room the man had come out of, and I followed to rescue her. Suddenly I found myself in a room where there was an orgy taking place. There was two girls and the guy was getting naked. The two girls were naked too. The girl I was trying to rescue was shoved onto a couch and the woman started sexually molesting her. I just felt sick after I heard the girl's screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-93425896382854740?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/93425896382854740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/93425896382854740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/flying-nightmare.html' title='A FLYING NIGHTMARE'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-5579475983768098561</id><published>2007-06-03T01:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T01:28:57.790+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bicycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roller Coasters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hospital'/><title type='text'>A SCHOOL &amp; HOSPITAL ROLLED INTO ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was up in the sky, possibly on a rooftop with a couple of girls. We were riding these things that reminds me of bicycles. There were some sort of roller coasters too. We were larking about, having fun. There was something sexual about it although I can't remember doing anything sexual.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I remember being on the ground, in a place of learning. It felt like a high school. I remember being in a yard where there were people playing sports. I saw a tennis court area. I approached this area and climbed over the netting so I could get to the nearest entrance inside the building. While I was doing this, something hit my right leg. It didn't hurt, although I knew something had hit me. One of the lads retrieved the object that hit me. He apologized and said his object had hit me. I assured him that it didn't hurt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(part of my right leg is missing so I wear a prosthesis)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On my way to the building I bumped into Mum. Mum was looking unsure of something. She had a couple of guys with her. She said something to me about she found out I was riding bikes in the sky, and some other stuff. I don't recall what I said to her. I went on to enter the building, and found myself in a big hall. It was also a hospital - like a school and hospital rolled into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got into a conversation with one of the many nurses working there, and she told me that there's a problem because some of the nurses there shouldn't be nurses. Some of them weren't able to carry out all of their duties due to various reasons such as being untrained etc. She said some of them were overweight so that made it harder for them to lift patients etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wandered into a corridor and saw some patients walk down the corridor. They were disabled. One guy was walking with sticks and he fell down but got back up and carried on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-5579475983768098561?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/5579475983768098561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/5579475983768098561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/school-hospital-rolled-into-one.html' title='A SCHOOL &amp; HOSPITAL ROLLED INTO ONE'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-3410167537565605397</id><published>2007-06-02T08:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T08:42:47.440+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lounge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark'/><title type='text'>G AND I IN A CAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dreamed I was in a car with G. G was driving the car. We were traveling through an odd mixture of country roads and rooms like you'd find in a house. At one point I found myself in front of a computer and there was some weird porn playing on it. I didn't feel interested by this. And then I found myself back in the car with G. There was a small confrontation about something then I looked at G and he was pretending to be asleep whilst driving. I was terrified we would crash and we were fast approaching a room which was a bit dark, and it looked like someone's lounge. There was another computer in it too. So I hit G hard and he stopped pretending to sleep and said, "Ow, don't do that!" and I replied that he should watch where we're going. He told me not to worry, he wouldn't let any harm come to me, he wouldn't crash the car. Then we talked about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-3410167537565605397?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/3410167537565605397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/3410167537565605397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/g-and-i-in-car.html' title='G AND I IN A CAR'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-4741457768558299471</id><published>2007-06-02T04:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T04:46:00.637+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reluctance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><title type='text'>ENCOURAGED TO APPROACH G</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember right before I woke up something about G and I. It's very vague but I think I was being encouraged by someone to approach G about spending time together. I felt reluctant to make the first move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-4741457768558299471?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4741457768558299471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4741457768558299471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/encouraged-to-approach-g.html' title='ENCOURAGED TO APPROACH G'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-7345651219524459083</id><published>2007-06-01T04:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T04:40:17.330+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Away'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark'/><title type='text'>WAITING TO FIGHT A WAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I recall being in a dim and bleak room with several other young people. It seemed to be some sort of a classroom with a female teacher. I'm not sure what we were doing there but I remember being told that I would have to fight in a war. I felt nervous about fighting in a war, I thought I would end up killing others in the war and this is what scared me. The others around me were preparing to fight in this war. We were basically waiting to go.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I saw another girl, who had shoulder length brown hair. Her speech was severely impaired. She could only make a few sounds at best. The teacher and I went over to her to try to help her prepare. Suddenly she went a bit weird, I held her because I thought she was going to vomit. She did vomit something but it was a very small amount of liquid and then she went into a spasm. During this spasm, I saw small white and pink colored lights dance around her face and head &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(there may have been other colors but I recall specifically white and pink)&lt;/span&gt;. And then when she stopped spasming, she sat up and actually spoke clearly, her speech impairment had disappeared.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I went back to waiting to go to fight this war, it seemed we were waiting for a train to arrive at a certain time to take us to where ever we needed to go. It was just endless waiting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-7345651219524459083?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/7345651219524459083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/7345651219524459083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/06/waiting-to-fight-war.html' title='WAITING TO FIGHT A WAR'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-8628125976125240222</id><published>2007-05-30T14:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T18:52:47.915+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Bulbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supermarket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precognition'/><title type='text'>TRISHA, LIGHT BULBS AND G</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dreamed something about Trisha &lt;span&gt;(from Trisha Goddard chat show)&lt;/span&gt; doing one of her TV shows. I'm not sure what the show was about, but there was a boy and a girl on the stage. There was a couch on the stage and Trisha was interviewing the girl and then the boy. I think the children's mother was there but there was another woman there too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I gathered that the other woman was some sort of a nanny, and the mother didn't have as much to do with the kids as she ought to have done &lt;span&gt;(I didn't feel personally that the mother should have had more to do with the kids, that was just the impression I got)&lt;/span&gt;. The girl said something then the boy said something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember more about the boy. He was maybe about ten years old, but he spoke and had the mannerism of a grown man. He seemed to be a budding musician, and all he seemed to care about was his music. Trisha said some stuff to him and he said, "I agree," a lot - in the mannerism of a grown man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a while, I got more information about the family. The mother relied on the nanny to do most, if not all, of the parenting. The children had a lot of darkness in them, and so did the mother. Trisha began to sum it all up by saying something about the darkness, the children seemed to be like vines, wrapping around the mother's legs and torso, reaching for the light. The children were needy and self-absorbed. This seemed to push the mother away somehow. I was able to see this too. I'm not sure really but this is what I can recall, and I don't seem to make much sense out of it but that's what I got.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Around this time while I was seeing the situation with the kids and their mother, I found myself in pitch black darkness. I felt like I was in my old childhood bedroom and I felt a bit nervous. I found my mother, who was changing the light bulb in the bathroom. I said something to her about cheap and crap light bulbs and said something about using one of these energy-saving light bulbs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next I found myself in a massive car park with G, outside a supermarket. I got the impression I was in America. The sky was blue and it was a pleasant day. We were standing next to a car, on the passenger side. I was in a hug with G. There was a trolley with us which had some bags in it. I was telling G that I was happy and some other stuff, and he was smiling at me. A guy came up and tried to make off with the trolley. I stopped him and started to tell him off. The guy said something about being hungry. I said something about how I'd rather starve than be a thief. I was quite angry with the guy for attempting to steal. At this point I had the passenger door open and I was leaning through the door to do something. I think G was putting the bags into the car or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-8628125976125240222?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8628125976125240222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8628125976125240222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/trisha-light-bulbs-and-g.html' title='TRISHA, LIGHT BULBS AND G'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-6713995321123591302</id><published>2007-05-30T14:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:36:46.997+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><title type='text'>A VAGUE MEMORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I only recall Tim and possibly G being in a dream with me. I don't recall anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-6713995321123591302?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6713995321123591302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6713995321123591302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/vague-memory.html' title='A VAGUE MEMORY'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-3405312612329477180</id><published>2007-05-23T09:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:19:39.885+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinosaur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buildings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evacuation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doors'/><title type='text'>A PURPLE PTERODACTYL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in a room full of people and desks. The room wasn't that well lit. I was doing something with money, like counting it or collecting it. Suddenly we had to evacuate the building because of some disaster or something. I think I felt a rumble. I tried to grab what I thought I needed, including the money, but I don't think I managed to grab it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, I find myself in another building which was basically one big room with lots of windows. It was well lit. There were two doors, one opposite each other. I looked out of a window and it was daylight. I looked up and saw a purple pterodactyl. It swooped down and attacked the building. It crashed through a door and it was heading straight for me. I ran and got through the other door and hid behind it. I didn't feel fear but I didn't want the pterodactyl to keep coming after me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eventually I found myself on the streets walking back to the original building where we had to evacuate. I recall seeing loads of creatures wandering the streets, but I kept scanning the skies to make sure the pterodactyl wasn't anywhere near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-3405312612329477180?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/3405312612329477180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/3405312612329477180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/purple-pterodactyl.html' title='A PURPLE PTERODACTYL'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-4864230649363865271</id><published>2007-05-22T09:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T09:21:20.337+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neighbor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attack On Self'/><title type='text'>NEIGHBORS ATTACK ON MYSELF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember going to my neighbors who live right next to me. I spoke to them about a parcel that I thought they were holding but somehow the two women ganged up on me and started screaming that I was lying, etc. I just stood there outside their house arguing with them and wondering how on earth could I be lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-4864230649363865271?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4864230649363865271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4864230649363865271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/neighbors-attack-on-myself.html' title='NEIGHBORS ATTACK ON MYSELF'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-5452298588586016586</id><published>2007-05-22T08:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T17:03:17.274+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Table'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>G AND I TALKING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just before I woke up, I was with a guy with dark skin and short dark hair. He wasn't Black, but he looked like he was very tanned. He was talking to me about something. We were outdoors, in a place that looked like a park. There was an area with tables and seats, like a picnic area or a beer garden &lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;(without the umbrellas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. The sky was blue and it was nice and summery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next I found myself sitting at a small square wooden table in the park, holding hands with G. G was sitting opposite me and he was smiling at me, holding both of my hands across the table. I think there were a couple of drinks on the table. I felt completely at ease with him. I knew the other guy was sitting somewhere near me and I was looking around for this other guy discreetly &lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;(or so I thought)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; When I found the other guy sitting near me, he just gave me an encouraging nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G and I were having a good natured conversation about something to do with me. He was asking me a question but I don't recall what he asked. I said something to G then G asked me why I kept looking for the other guy. I thought G hadn't noticed so I felt surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-5452298588586016586?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/5452298588586016586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/5452298588586016586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/g-and-i-talking.html' title='G AND I TALKING'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-3741447860586194422</id><published>2007-05-19T15:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:20:40.155+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cavern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow-Green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Possession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wolves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three Thousand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey'/><title type='text'>"CREEEEEEEPY!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I recall playing a video game, similar to the Oddworld games, but it was in a 3D environment, and it was a darker and more creepy game. Instead of Sligs, there were creatures of the night. The environment was dark, and it looked like it was inside a huge cavern with natural rock bridges.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember being high up and I was controlling a character similar to Abe. I was viewing things from a third person view at this point. I remember making him jump down from this high place. I was aiming to land on one of the rock bridges. I missed and feared I would just fall down into the abyss. So I aimed for another rock bridge on my way down, and landed on it successfully.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I landed, I ran across the bridge and ran into some wolves. These wolves were black/silver grey. At this point, it was as if I had possessed the character and I was viewing things from a first person view. I was taunting the wolves, they were standing their ground with teeth bared, and snarling. Some of them began to chase me so I was running backwards and taunting them at the same time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Next, I found myself inside this old house which was messy. My friend Tim was communicating with me and he came over to the house with someone else. I was warning him about something, I think it was about supernatural stuff that was going on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then somehow we were walking along some old stone corridors which you would find in places like old cathedrals and monasteries. We came to this particular corridor. I heard/sensed an old man and he called it by a name that had something to do with money and the number 3000. I saw the corridor fill up with a misty substance which appeared to be a sickly pale yellow-green color. There were people in this corridor, young people. I saw a small group of guys who seemed to be either in their late teens or early 20's. One guy got 'possessed' by this mist. I could see the change in his face and behavior. He had this crazy look on his face and started acting kind of like a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said, "Creeeeepy!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stood there watching the action. I think Tim was still there with me watching too, with another person. Of course, we were safely out of the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I was kind of weirded out by the mist and what it was doing to the guy who seemed to be 'possessed' by the mist. Then I saw the group of guys get 'possessed' in the same way. They turned translucent, in the same color as the mist. I was able to see them even after they partially dematerialized. They went through the wall, one by one. I followed them through the wall to see what was happening. There, I saw them start descending, they were wondering what was below them. Then they started walking in formation, like soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I turned my attention away from them and looked around me. I found myself in some sort of small courtyard. It was still dark but I could see well enough. At some point, I could see an old woman peering through a wall &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(seemed she could see through walls and stuff too)&lt;/span&gt; and she was saying that it was "summertime in there." I went over to see what she was talking about. I saw kind of like a 'hole' in the wall and I saw a blue sky, and it looked like the sun was shining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-3741447860586194422?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/3741447860586194422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/3741447860586194422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/creeeeeeepy.html' title='&quot;CREEEEEEEPY!&quot;'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-2609413601228700642</id><published>2007-05-18T15:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T15:11:23.540+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leg'/><title type='text'>WAITING FOR SURGERY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember being in this room with Nana and some other family members. I was in bed, and it appeared that I was waiting to be operated on. I had to take this medicine which was similar to anesthesia  but it would keep me awake and pain free during the surgery. My right leg seemed to be the reason why  I was in this situation. We were having a discussion about the situation and I asked about the medicine, but someone said I had to take it otherwise I'd feel the pain when the operation takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nana passed me a bowl of cereal, and I was sitting up, but when I was holding the bowl of cereal, I keeled over to one side and spilled the cereal on the bed. Nana helped me clean it up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Aunt came into my awareness and she and Nana were sat on my bed in front of me. Nana was quiet and withdrawn, she looked worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I clearly heard my Aunt say to Nana, "No, I don't want to talk about Gemma, I want to talk about you, you seem withdrawn. I think you feel left out."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-2609413601228700642?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/2609413601228700642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/2609413601228700642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/waiting-for-surgery.html' title='WAITING FOR SURGERY'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-8541693815251582014</id><published>2007-05-17T21:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:21:33.151+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Circle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><title type='text'>CLERIC ON A HORSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found myself in this place where I was a cleric. I remember mounting a horse, and going to this place where I found these rocks arranged in a circle. The rocks looked like benches. I was examining them, lifting them up looking for loot. I didn't find any. Then I rode off to some other place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The scene shifted, and I found myself in modern horse riding gear and I was being accompanied by G and another female friend. We were trying to decide in which order we should ride in because G was a novice horse rider. I thought at first that it would be best if G rode up at the front and we rode behind, but eventually I suggested that I ride at the front, G would ride in the middle and my friend would ride at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-8541693815251582014?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8541693815251582014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8541693815251582014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/cleric-on-horse.html' title='CLERIC ON A HORSE'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-1904304200154377939</id><published>2007-05-17T11:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:21:49.488+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Machinery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lava'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><title type='text'>A LAVA SUIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't recall much about this dream except for where I was talking to someone about this suit that would enable me to pass through a body of lava. The problem was, although the suit would protect me for a very short time, I would still perish if I stayed in the lava for too long while I wore the suit. I remember being in this room where there seemed to be some machinery, and the lava was contained in something like a vat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-1904304200154377939?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/1904304200154377939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/1904304200154377939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/lava-suit.html' title='A LAVA SUIT'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-85573304429806081</id><published>2007-05-15T16:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T16:23:07.184+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bedroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toilet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink'/><title type='text'>MY AUNT'S BROOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember going into my aunt's house where there were several little children. They seemed to be my Aunt's children. I had to look after them for some reason. I was sitting in their bedrooms talking to them. I asked for their names and their ages. I remember these names: George and Kyle. I don't remember the others. They were just toddlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of them, Kyle had a bit of an attitude when it came to his toilet habits. I realized he hadn't been toilet trained. He kept going to the bathroom, and doing his business on the floor instead of in the loo, and then he expected me to clean it up after him. So I gently got him to clean up his own mess and asked him to use the toilet instead of the floor. He still wouldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Aunt came in the house with my Uncle and we were standing in the kitchen chatting about her fridge. Her fridge was white, but when I opened it, it had a pink object inside the door for slotting book collections in it. I thought that was unusual. I asked my Aunt about it who said that it came from Asda and I got the impression it was a cheap fridge. We chatted about some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told her about Kyle's problem with the bathroom. I said to her that Kyle went to the bathroom, then she interrupted me and asked if I meant he was ready to go to the bathroom or if I meant he'd already been. I told her he'd already been and that he keeps doing it on the floor. She said that we should be gentle, i.e. no swearing etc. Of course, I didn't swear but I made it clear that I had a gripe with having to clean up after him when he's old enough to be using the toilet properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-85573304429806081?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/85573304429806081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/85573304429806081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-aunts-brood.html' title='MY AUNT&apos;S BROOD'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-7042354494016860604</id><published>2007-05-15T01:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T01:50:52.383+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remote Viewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>A STRANGE EXPERIMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember seeing what looked like a chemistry set in a brightly lit room. There were several transparent containers connected together. It was something to do with G and I. I saw some written instructions, I'm not sure if it was from an email or from a 'snail mail' letter. I got the feeling the instructions were from a woman and for a second I saw the woman in my mind's eye. The woman looked a lot like my doctor. The objective was to collect fluids from G and I after having sex. I refused because I knew G wouldn't be up for it and I didn't really want to approach him about this experiment. At some point I was disconnecting the containers and trying to connect them in a different way. I think I spilled something on myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-7042354494016860604?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/7042354494016860604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/7042354494016860604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/strange-experiment.html' title='A STRANGE EXPERIMENT'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-1415768626020455626</id><published>2007-05-14T17:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T17:30:53.231+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Bulbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Away'/><title type='text'>HOUSE SITTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't remember very much except for that I was living in this house with Mum and another guy. My sister was there too I think but she was a toddler or a small child. I wasn't that old, I felt more like a teenager in this dream. I arrived home with several bags of belongings. Of course, being messy, I just left them lying around. I went into the bathroom and the light bulb kept blowing. I had to ask Mum to keep replacing the light bulb but as soon as a new bulb was fitted, two minutes later, it would blow again. It was very frustrating. Mum thought the light bulbs weren't working because of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I looked into a room and saw it was messy, with my belongings everywhere. Then I looked out of a window and saw some kids gathering around outside a garden wall. Mum was looking over the wall talking to the kids. I sensed Nana nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later, Mum, announced that she, my sister and the guy was going away for a while, and that I could stay behind to look after the house. I didn't want that, I didn't like being on my own. I got the impression that Nana would be there if I needed her but other than that I was on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told the guy that I needed money, food, more light bulbs, etc. I was determined they weren't going away without making sure I was well provided for. When I asked for more money, the guy asked me why I needed more money. He asked me if I didn't already have enough, to which I replied that I definitely did not have enough. I was well cheesed off, I felt like second best, so there was no way I was going to make this too easy for them. So he gave me what I needed, and he also gave me this object. I'm not sure what it was exactly but it looked like a head, which felt like a raw chicken when I touched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-1415768626020455626?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/1415768626020455626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/1415768626020455626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/house-sitting.html' title='HOUSE SITTING'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-7427125158480707944</id><published>2007-05-13T16:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:22:35.465+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judgment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wheels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey'/><title type='text'>TIM'S VISIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tim was visiting me at my house. He had this car which was silver, with grey and red wheels. He complained he didn't have as much money as he would like. Someone else was there with me, and I was telling this person that Tim used to spend too much money on his car. Tim said something about changing the wheels on his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tim and I went down town to buy some food. I got the feeling I wasn't properly dressed. We went into a cake shop and he bought some cake. I also bought some cake too, but the woman serving me had a go at me for buying cakes. She judged me there in front of everyone for buying cake. I felt ashamed of myself but I told her what I thought of her - that she was being judgmental and that she should take a look at herself before starting on me. Tim and I walked out of the shop and we ate what we bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-7427125158480707944?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/7427125158480707944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/7427125158480707944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/tims-visit.html' title='TIM&apos;S VISIT'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-3741566441593855861</id><published>2007-05-13T16:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:22:59.083+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>SEXUAL PRESSURE IN SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember being in school, and I was in a classroom with a female teacher and some other students. The classroom walls were white. There was this boy who was a bit younger than me, he kept getting into my face about having sex with him. I felt pressured, it wasn't something I really wanted to do and I wasn't interested in the boy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At some point, three massive spiders appeared in the classroom. One of them was brown, and another was black, but I don't recall the color of the other spider. Being arachnophobic, I got scared and ran out of the classroom into another room. Once I was in the other room, I locked the door because I was afraid the spiders would follow me. This room was white as well. The boy who was putting me under pressure was in the room. I didn't realize this until I turned around and saw him, with his pants down exposing himself. He tried to force me to give him oral sex. He tasted cold and disgusting. I realized that someone had been in the room prior to my arrival, giving him what he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-3741566441593855861?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/3741566441593855861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/3741566441593855861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/sexual-pressure-in-school.html' title='SEXUAL PRESSURE IN SCHOOL'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-8323306682590295814</id><published>2007-05-12T15:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T22:17:06.293+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>LOST PROPERTY &amp; SWIMMING UNDERWATER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember being on a train, and the train was traveling to a place locally. I got off the train, and found that I had left my belongings on the train. I got upset and wanted to get my stuff back but I couldn't really figure out how. A friend was there with me, trying to reassure me that I will get my things returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The scene shifted and I found myself a place with a lot of water. The water was clean. I was swimming in the water, and for some reason I decided to dive below the surface. I came across a couple of strange things underwater. I thought I wouldn't be able to breathe so I dived a short way then returned to the surface for air. After a short while, I realized I was able to breathe underwater, so I dived and swam around. The water was clear and a light blue in color, so it was easy for me to see my way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I came across these things that looked like jets of bubbles flowing upwards, at the base there was a yellow disc type of object. One of them was located near some wooden poles sticking out of the water &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(maybe a pier or something)&lt;/span&gt;, so I swam into one of them and got whirled upwards. I thought that was pretty good fun. At some point, I came across two women having sexual relations underwater on some sort of a structure. I observed for a short while out of curiosity, but it provoked no other reaction in me and I decided I wasn't interested so I moved on. While I was in the water, I thought maybe I was playing a video game but it didn't feel exactly like a video game - more like halfway between how a video game feels and the usual feel of a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-8323306682590295814?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8323306682590295814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8323306682590295814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/lost-property-swimming-underwater.html' title='LOST PROPERTY &amp; SWIMMING UNDERWATER'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-6297733768732286459</id><published>2007-05-11T14:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:23:32.361+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>GIRL FROM SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in my home town and I was angry and aggressive. I found this young woman who I used to go to school with, and I grabbed her, dragged her to a backstreet until we came to a small yard outside a small grubby shop. There was a couple of young people with me, probably around my age. I had the woman bound in black rope. She was terrified. I think she was gagged too. I was planning on torturing her and then I was going to have her beheaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At some point, my conscience kicked in and I offered the girl cocaine so that she wouldn't feel the pain... but the others disagreed. So I suggested heroin. The others still disagreed, they were coming up with all kinds of excuses not to give her narcotics. While they were arguing with me, I saw a black cat leap out of the woman, and it ran past me. When the others weren't looking, I released the woman, then I pretended to chase her so that I wouldn't rouse suspicion from the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-6297733768732286459?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6297733768732286459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6297733768732286459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/girl-from-school.html' title='GIRL FROM SCHOOL'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-5013716995041315277</id><published>2007-05-10T23:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:42:49.452+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>SOMEONE'S DREAM LOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember seeing some text which appeared to be a log of someone's dream. The log described something about the person being connected to the Mother and the Father. I'm not sure if this was referring to Mother Nature and Father Sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-5013716995041315277?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/5013716995041315277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/5013716995041315277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/someones-dream-log.html' title='SOMEONE&apos;S DREAM LOG'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-1129291313455288107</id><published>2007-05-10T14:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:23:54.499+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lounge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Energy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Websites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peach [Color]'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother of pearl'/><title type='text'>MOTHER OF PEARL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in a lounge with my Papa's wife, Margaret. We were talking about something and she gave me a piece of mother of pearl. I admired it. It was rather striking to look at. To begin with, it was a dark blue color. Then, as I was examining it, it became translucent, and I could see tiny bubbles moving inside it. As this was occurring, it changed color to a milky peach/pink color. And then over time, it kept changing shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A guy came in, he must have been around my age. I was sitting on the sofa admiring the mother of pearl because it was changing into various shapes. I noticed that the mother of pearl now had a thin silver outline. The guy sat in an armchair opposite me. Margaret was still in the room, and I think someone else came in. The guy sitting opposite me asked me out on a date which I accepted. He asked me what sort of place would I like to go to, so I told him that I don't like nightclubs or drinking but something like a restaurant would be good. So I went to look for some clothes to change into. He followed me and helped me retrieve my clothes from a strange storage space. I took off my top and changed into a white t-shirt with a slogan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At some point, I found myself on a stairwell with different people walking up and down it. There seemed to be a 'turf war' going on with some fast food outlet rivals. I told one guy he wasn't doing well because of various problems with his logic. I told him I preferred a certain fast food outlet because they used better materials, better food, and they had a better image overall. The guy got a bit cross then he accepted he needed to make changes. At this point I was still waiting to go out with my date.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The scene shifted, and I found myself looking at the ROE website, reading a thread that I had posted. It seemed to be about a dream of some sort, and G was mentioned. AC gave some advice, said that 'air was better than water' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(because I mentioned something about a 'water breast')&lt;/span&gt; and some other alchemical stuff that I don't recall. She also asked me a question and showed me some images. Then someone calling themselves 'Circlicious' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I'm not sure of the spelling)&lt;/span&gt; said that G &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(He called him by his first name which told me this guy knows G)&lt;/span&gt; does clearing on a regular basis - as well as saying some other stuff about G, but he also used terms which I didn't understand. I recognized this person to be RB. His name appeared under his handle. At this point, I felt a lot of energy in my head, and I felt a lot more awareness than I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-1129291313455288107?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/1129291313455288107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/1129291313455288107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/mother-of-pearl.html' title='MOTHER OF PEARL'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-4011519833932619960</id><published>2007-05-10T09:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T21:54:58.708+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White'/><title type='text'>G PLAYING A VIDEO GAME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember knowing that G had gone away somewhere. I wasn't happy being without him and wondered what he was up to. It was driving me mad. So I got the idea to use a camera to somehow see what he was doing. I found that he was playing a video game, like Warcraft. He was playing a race called the Huj &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not sure of the spelling)&lt;/span&gt;. His character looked like a mixture of a demon and human. I chose to view it in its real form and it looked just like a typical Warcraft race, and it had a yellow skin with white glowing eyes. G played well, so I was kind of surprised. He was playing along with other people in a multi-player mode. Then I found myself playing the game with him in a co-op mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-4011519833932619960?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4011519833932619960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4011519833932619960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/g-playing-video-game.html' title='G PLAYING A VIDEO GAME'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-873836523417522443</id><published>2007-05-09T14:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:40:53.271+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grid'/><title type='text'>A GRID</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember being in this place with a person. The person felt like a woman, but I'm not sure. I only saw this person's face. I remember seeing a black background with a white grid, it looked like a wire frame... like a black room with a white grid on the walls, floor and ceiling. The person said something to me but I don't remember what.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-873836523417522443?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/873836523417522443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/873836523417522443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/grid.html' title='A GRID'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-668744492477635362</id><published>2007-05-08T14:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:24:52.174+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>ROAMING TOYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in a room with some other people, and it was full of toys. But three of the toys had come alive. They were huge. One I specifically recall was a black doll type of toy... it had a name but I don't recall the name. They were evil and I was trying to avoid them as they were roaming around the room. I wasn't afraid of them but I knew they would try to hurt me if they got too close to me. Someone said we had to clear the room or something, so we moved the toys, and eventually someone pushed the live toys out of the room. When this was done, the room began to move... it was weird, like the room itself moved to a different location. It was like a set mounted on a machine, and it moved forward in a straight line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I found myself inside another room... it was bigger and there was a wooden stairwell leading down to another room below us. I didn't go to the room below us, but some of the others went down there. The objective was the same with this room, we had to get all the toys into the middle of this room and get the live toys out of the room. Apart from the room moving, I don't remember anything else except for a man pushing the live toys down the stairs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-668744492477635362?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/668744492477635362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/668744492477635362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/roaming-toys.html' title='ROAMING TOYS'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-997661346706110500</id><published>2007-05-08T14:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T16:02:58.144+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>CONVERSATION WITH G</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember having a conversation with G but I have no idea what we talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-997661346706110500?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/997661346706110500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/997661346706110500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/conversation-with-g.html' title='CONVERSATION WITH G'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-7277345648142854159</id><published>2007-05-06T08:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T08:54:54.107+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mobile Phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Gazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paranoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telescope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><title type='text'>PARANOIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in college so it seemed. I was in my room on campus when my friend Anna and another woman called Brenda popped in for a chat. I was looking to buy a telescope, for star gazing. I chatted to them about the stars and the planets. I told them I had seen all the nearby planets such as Venus, Mars, etc. While I was telling them all this, I was able to see the stars and planets in my mind's eye. I told them how beautiful the universe is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At some point, I got paranoid about something. Anna pointed out that I was getting paranoid. I explained to her that my paranoia came from my past drug misuse. After some time, Anna and Brenda left. I still felt paranoid, but I don't recall why. I kept seeing things out of the corner of my eye. So I headed out of my room to find Anna, who was also living on campus. I remember there were lots of stairs and corridors.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was climbing some stairs when I bumped into a guy from my past who was around my age, and he offered me the chance to buy a kilo of cannabis. I declined, saying that I was looking for Anna. At the same time, a strange woman appeared, she seemed to think I was an intruder, and confiscated my mobile phone. She told me to drop by the next day to collect my phone. I agreed. The guy explained that she probably didn't realize who I was.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I followed the guy back to his room, where he showed me the kilo of cannabis, and I declined again, explaining that I don't do drugs anymore because they did a lot of damage to me. He understood. I found Anna nearby in her room, and I told her I was still feeling paranoid, so she let me stay with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-7277345648142854159?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/7277345648142854159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/7277345648142854159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/paranoia.html' title='PARANOIA'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-8245764518337899284</id><published>2007-05-01T03:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T03:56:06.537+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wilderness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attack On Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wooded Area'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attack On Others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Negs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musical Instrument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mountain'/><title type='text'>SHADOW FORMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember being partially in a video game playing as a cleric. By 'partially,' I mean that as far as the video game was concerned, I was playing the role of a cleric. The rest of the action was not a part of the video game. I was with a small group and we were in the wilderness. We traveled to a wooded area where we saw black creatures. They seemed to be shadow forms. These shadow forms were shaped like a cross between a star and a blob. I knew they were very harmful and we were fighting them - I was attempting to heal a member of my group as well as fight these creatures. I recall chasing one and it went up a tree. Eventually more came and a group of them overwhelmed me and consumed me. I didn't feel any fear or any other sensation. When I got consumed, I was basically watching myself from a third person view. I was sat on a horse, in battle gear, and these creatures just slid over me, transforming me into one of them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After this, I continued watching from a distance in third person view and I saw myself with some people traveling up a mountain, in a grassy area. There, we saw these little insects, they were tiny with wings. They reminded me of miniature bees. These were harmful too, and I remember chasing them, trying to kill them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Next, I heard this music, it was heavy and sounded like a mixture of beeping and other sounds. It was very rhythmic, and almost otherworldly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-8245764518337899284?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8245764518337899284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/8245764518337899284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/05/shadow-forms.html' title='SHADOW FORMS'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-7434070995315128377</id><published>2007-04-28T08:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T18:15:27.116+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Historical Dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musical Instrument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White'/><title type='text'>G WITH BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first thing I remember is seeing a woman sitting before me with a strange multicolored musical instrument. We were in a well lit room. She was wearing some colorful clothing as well. She swallowed a part of the instrument, the mouth part, and proceeded to play it. It sounded like a wind instrument but it wasn't very tuneful. She used a short baton on the lower part of the instrument and moved it up and down over an opening. This is what produced the different notes. The whole instrument shape reminded me of a didgeridoo with a difference - the lower part was resting on the floor but it curved upwards. It was white with bands of color along its length.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was chatting to this woman about something when I saw something materialize in mid-air in front of me. It was a desaturated image of G. He didn't look very happy and he wasn't acknowledging me. I started to receive information. Someone's daughter had died. And his father had died from an accident - something to do with his leg or foot. G was cradling a baby. He was looking upset and angry, and looking down at the baby. He still wouldn't acknowledge me after I tried to speak to him. I wanted to help him somehow, he really did not look happy at all. I could feel his emotions right in my heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;During this experience, I found some trinkets which were various shades of orange in color. They were in different shapes and sizes. When I felt them with my fingers, I could feel dates etched into them. So I was feeling each one, and found dates etched into most of them. Some were not etched, however. I don't recall any of the dates, except for 2007, and I remember there was a date from the 16th century. I had a feeling some of these dates had something to do with Gerik's father, and the rest were to do with Gerik. I spoke to the woman about these trinkets and the dates but I don't recall what I said to her, apart from mentioning something about the 16th century.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I said to the woman that I wanted to help G. I felt utter despair and expressed it to the woman. She just looked at me as if it was my doing. She eventually pulled the mouth part of the musical instrument out of her gullet and throat and sighed. She said she couldn't bring herself to play the instrument any longer. I remember walking out of the room, down some stairs and a corridor to my room. It seemed I was in college. I saw and spoke to my cousin, who complained my room was in a mess! So I said I would tidy up. We went into a room which was tidy, and she said she felt better. I eventually walked back to my room but with difficulty because my right leg felt wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-7434070995315128377?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/7434070995315128377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/7434070995315128377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/04/g-with-baby.html' title='G WITH BABY'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-6884096357916854811</id><published>2007-04-28T02:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:39:15.389+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Energy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telepathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remote Viewing'/><title type='text'>"BANGING THE WOUND"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was staring into the blackness when a pretty white woman materialized. She looked like she was in her mid to late 20's, she was slim, and had long curly brown hair. She was wearing a cropped white top, and a short dark skirt.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She communicated with me telepathically - I could both hear her and see the words in mid-air in front of me. The words appeared in silver. She told me she was G's ex-girlfriend, and they used to dance a lot. I felt a lot of energy coming from her especially when she started dancing. I also saw G dressed in a white top and dark trousers dancing with her, I also got the word, "Houston," and I felt they used to dance there. The last thing I heard was, "Banging the wound," which I didn't understand. I saw the words appear in mid-air too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-6884096357916854811?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6884096357916854811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/6884096357916854811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/04/banging-wound.html' title='&quot;BANGING THE WOUND&quot;'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-2605719189433670386</id><published>2007-04-28T02:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T10:41:01.297+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ginger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belligerence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Child'/><title type='text'>A MEAN GUY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember being a kid, and there was this guy who looked like he was in his 30's. He was tall and had ginger hair. He was mean to me. I felt like I was a boy but to be honest I'm not sure about my actual gender in the dream.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I remember being in this garage and I was looking out toward the yard/street. The guy yelled at me about something - I got something about him and Mum hating me for something and I seemed to be hiding, but the garage door was open. I stayed out of sight of the kitchen window. My ex-boyfriend's mother walked along the street, and I called out to her. she stopped, turned and smiled at me. I ran over to her, and as I ran over, I saw through the kitchen window &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which was to my left)&lt;/span&gt; that Mum was standing in the kitchen looking through the window. I continued running until I reached my ex boyfriend's mother. I told her how the guy was mean to me. Up to now, I had felt no emotions and I don't recall reacting to the guy's meanness, even when I was told I was hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We went inside the house, and the guy was there. He was mad with me for some reason, but he was also upset. He opened a door, and a teenage boy came through. The guy started yelling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(crying at the same time)&lt;/span&gt; at me that his son was his favorite because his son had a backbone, he would go for his father if he was mistreated.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At this point, I jumped up and yelled at the guy, "So will I!" and then I woke up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-2605719189433670386?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/2605719189433670386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/2605719189433670386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/04/mean-guy.html' title='A MEAN GUY'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-4849926128610941045</id><published>2007-04-27T06:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T11:34:58.055+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out Of Control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain Forest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>TALKING APES IN SOUTH AMERICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I walked into a building, it felt like a super-modern prison, not like these old ones. There were computers in the big room. I walked into a side room which had a couple of computers in it, with these black leather chairs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A guy came in. This guy looked like he was in his 30's and he had a tan, with short brown hair. He was fairly tall, I guess about my height and he was fairly well built. He had an air of authority about him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I sat down on one of the chairs. I got the impression the chair was adjustable, and it was controlled by the computer. But as I was sitting on it, the chair began to misbehave. Or should I say - the computer started to misbehave? Anyway, the chair was going crazy, it shot up to the ceiling with me in it, and kept lowering and raising its height at an alarming speed... I was still sitting in the chair hanging on for dear life! I called frantically to the guy in the room and asked him to help me get the chair/computer back under control. We got it back under control and I just felt relieved.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We talked and he asked me to do something on one of the computers. I got the feeling I had to stay there for a while. I also got the feeling that this place was situated somewhere in North America. I knew I was due for a break at some point, and I asked the man if he thought it would make sense if I went to South America instead of flying back to the UK, since it would involve less traveling. I wanted to see the monkeys there. He agreed that made sense.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Next, I found myself in a rain forest setting. I was with someone, but I don't remember who they were. I went to a place somewhere in the rain forest, and I had to climb up to a high rocky area surrounded with plants. There, I found a couple of apes. One of them was making something out of plant material. I asked it to teach me how to make whatever it was making &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the object looked like a small dark green basket woven out of long plant fronds or grass - the basket was small enough to hold in the palm of my hand)&lt;/span&gt;. It made some noises which I didn't understand. It seemed a bit frustrated when I didn't understand it. So it demonstrated what to do. I still didn't quite get it, and then it spoke in a normal voice in English and explained what to do. I thanked it and helped it make more of these baskets. The other ape was doing something else but I don't remember what it was doing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eventually I had to leave, and the talking ape told me I was welcome to come back at any time and it said it would see me again. I waved goodbye, and then remembered the chair incident.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-4849926128610941045?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4849926128610941045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/4849926128610941045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/04/talking-apes-in-south-america.html' title='TALKING APES IN SOUTH AMERICA'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-456695920153700220</id><published>2007-04-26T05:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:19:31.735+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Circle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Train'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remote Viewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rectangle'/><title type='text'>A MADMAN ON A TRAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember wearing a red t-shirt and I was wearing something on my feet... not shoes but something else. I don't remember what it was. But they had some significance. I walked up a corridor then back down again and took the things off my feet. I placed them on the ground next to the wall. A short Latin woman who appeared to be in her mid to late 30's came up to me and gave me a small rectangular silver badge with something written on it. She said it was in exchange for the things on the ground next to the wall. I told her she was welcome to have them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Next, a white middle aged, conservatively dressed woman came up to me and she had a kindly manner about her. I remember she had short curly blond hair. We talked for a bit and she had these different colored badges. She gave me three of them. They were round and they were red, yellow and green respectively. They had some sort of logo or shape on the front of them. I'm not sure if she gave me another one or not, I only recall three clearly. I thanked her and put them on my t-shirt, on the front in a horizontal row. My t-shirt had three circles on the front, in a horizontal row, similar size to the badges. They were different colors but I forgot which colors they were... I only remember seeing orange on one of them. The badges went on top of these circles. The woman laughed and pointed out that the colors didn't match up. I replied that it didn't really matter to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I remember getting on a train. I had this wire on me - something to do with the badges I had been given. I felt like I had a purpose on the train but I don't remember what that specific purpose was. I found a seat with a table and sat down. A man was sitting opposite me but a bit further up the aisle. He had a briefcase full of wires and equipment. I got the sense he was either a doctor or an audiologist.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I remember this man looking a bit shifty. Then somehow, it transpired that he was a madman, who was trying to kill us all by getting all the other trains who were going to the same destination to run on the same track, and to arrive at the destination at the same time. I said to this man that if that happens we'll crash and die. He agreed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I walked into the next carriage where I found a young woman sitting on the chair crying because we were all going to die. She asked me who was responsible for all this, and I told her that we're all responsible in some way or other. She asked me how I was responsible for any of this. I replied that I was responsible for getting on the train. So therefore I must see this experience through to the end.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She said, "We'll all die for Lisa!" and I replied, "That's just martyrdom."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She calmed down somewhat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I walked up to the cabin and there was a crowd there already. Everyone seemed to be coming into this large cabin to watch the track ahead. The windscreen seemed a lot larger than what you would normally find on trains. We had a very clear view. I saw that we were crossing a bridge but we couldn't see anything much because it was so foggy. I was terrified of running into another train on the same track while we were crossing the bridge. We made it over the bridge without incidence, but soon we had to stop, there was a blockage on the track. I knew then we would have another train run into us. I looked behind me and saw remotely another train coming towards us at speed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I said, "Thank God we're all up at the front, it gives us a chance to survive."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I heard a crashing noise and realized that the carriages were gone, leaving us at the front very exposed. I got really scared at this point because I knew there was little chance of not getting harmed. We now had a clear view of the track behind us. I saw the other train coming towards us, and I shut my eyes, heard a loud bang and was shaken by the force of the crash. I opened my eyes and saw the other train unharmed, backing off. I saw another train coming towards us behind the train that had just crashed into us. I turned to the front, and found myself in a yard with the madman and his cronies with the survivors. It was cool and misty.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The madman suddenly transformed into a weird creature that looked like a cross between The Eggman &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sonic The Hedgehog)&lt;/span&gt; and The Joker &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Batman)&lt;/span&gt;. His face changed into a golden mask, and his hands transformed into what looked like golden drills. He was wearing a long dark trench coat and a hat. I stared in disbelief and then I looked behind me to see his cronies carrying off the survivors to torture them. The cronies underwent similar transformations.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I stood there for a few moments thinking that the 'baddies' never win, and that we would be rescued. As the madman and some of his other cronies walked away, Batman and several Robins walked around the corner and captured the madman and his cronies, saving us from them. I just stood there in the middle of it all. It was very strange. But I kind of knew how this would play out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I remember walking up the hill with the 'good guys', and the survivors. It felt as though we were walking away from a screenplay or something. Then I became acutely aware of an animal making a noise. I couldn't ignore it so I searched around until I found a pig stuck in a barrel. I lifted it out and found that its body was decaying. I realized that the poor pig was rotting alive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-456695920153700220?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/456695920153700220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/456695920153700220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/04/madman-on-train.html' title='A MADMAN ON A TRAIN'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-2881890634815797825</id><published>2007-04-25T23:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T06:58:26.283+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rural'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegetables'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glass Sheets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Zealand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Window'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mouse [Electronics]'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confectionary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insightful'/><title type='text'>MAX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember being inside a game I play - Vanguard: Saga of Heroes. I was looking at my house in Mekalia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(to explain, Mekalia is a gnome city situated in a huge underground cavern within the game, and you can build your own house in the game)&lt;/span&gt;. I was looking at the structure, my house was at the bottom, on the ground. There were walkways and stairs forming what looked like a rising column and other houses were built above my house along the stairs and walkways. Some of the house plots were empty and up for sale. A guild leader had left and I was dealing with the guild on my own. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Suddenly someone familiar came into my awareness, a guy called Max. We started talking about the guild and stuff. He was cute. I'd say he was in his 30's, single, and he was kind and he had a certain charm about him. We were discussing stuff about the game, and he was at a prominent rank within the guild &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I run this guild so if anyone gets promoted to a prominent rank - guess who does the promoting?)&lt;/span&gt;, possibly an officer or the new co-leader, I'm not sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the basic guild ranks go as follows from lowest to highest - Initiate, Member, Elder, Officer, Leader)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Still in the game, my mouse stopped working properly. I figured out it was because of dirt getting inside the mouse. So I tried to clean it out but it still wouldn't work. Max asked me if I had a large sheet of paper, probably about A6 size. He showed me a white sheet of the same size - just to show me the sort of size he was talking about. As I looked at this sheet, I had a mental image of a sheet of paper of the same size, but it was colored hot pink. I replied that I might have some handy. He said if I could bring him some, he would use paper and sheets of glass to make me a nice smooth surface to use my mouse on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Next, we somehow shifted out of the game to a house in the countryside. I got the feeling this was Max's house. As I said, he was single so it was just him and I in the house. Before long, three boys came along. Apparently Max was their 'uncle' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not a blood relation)&lt;/span&gt;. The boys were cute, two of them were twins and the other was older than the twins. They were very playful and lively. I really enjoyed having them there. I remember tickling the twins' bellies while they screamed and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While I was in this house, I ended up taking my mouse apart in order to fix it. I remember seeing the electronics, and a small piece of hot pink plastic inside the mouse. Max said something about Asian products, and I told Max I got this mouse from New Zealand because it was the cheapest place I could find on the internet.. He argued that New Zealand was in fact not the cheapest out there... because apparently there was a place 'up the road' where I could find the same mouse even cheaper. I expressed disbelief at this because we were in a rural area and who would be selling electronics in a rural area? The eldest boy backed Max up saying that it was true. So I left my old mouse dismantled and considered buying a new one. I wanted the same brand and model because this mouse was a good laser model.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was sitting by a window and I could see out into the yard. There was an animal outside and a woman was picking stones out of its hoof with a hoof pick &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I only saw its rear but I assumed it was a horse because of what the woman was doing to it)&lt;/span&gt;. The animal was getting distressed and the woman was shouting at it, telling it to keep still, calling it a stupid animal, and generally being abusive. While this was going on, all I could feel was utter disbelief at the treatment of the animal and rage started to rise inside me because I wanted to help the animal. Suddenly the animal broke loose and ran straight for the window. It was a cow. A beautiful white and brown cow with huge eyes staring right at me. I could sense fear coming from the cow and could see it in the cow's eyes. I felt compassionate towards the cow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Suddenly I got angry and yelled at the woman about being abusive, I swore at her and we started a screaming match through the window. Max immediately jumped up and took me into another room. We sat down next to each other on the sofa. He had his arm around me and I prepared to tell him why I got so angry. The eldest boy followed us in and said to Max that he wanted to stay and hear what I had to say for myself. I sensed a self righteous and outraged attitude coming from the boy. Max was very calm. Max refused and asked him to leave the room so we could have some privacy. The boy argued and said he wanted to stay because Max was their 'uncle'. Max interrupted him by saying that he was not their real uncle. So the boy left the room. I had the feeling he would eavesdrop though.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At this point, a bunch of ladies came to the door. They were bringing food and vegetables and confectionary... a home delivery - the kind you commonly find in rural areas. Max got up and let them in. the room was full of people chattering and there were boxes and cartons everywhere. The ladies stayed and chatted for a short while - Max told them I was leaving the next day as I had to fly back to New Zealand. We chatted about other stuff and then they picked up their stuff and left the house. I saw some empty boxes and cartons and handed them to Max who took them outside. Max came back in, and stood behind me as I tidied up a bit. I looked around at him and realized I loved him and wanted to be with him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-2881890634815797825?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/2881890634815797825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/2881890634815797825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/04/max.html' title='MAX'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-1150628940517129872</id><published>2007-04-24T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T18:23:52.634+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aggression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OBE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark'/><title type='text'>AN UNPLEASANT EXPERIENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went for a nap this evening because I was so tired. I slept for a bit then I kind of woke up but I felt so heavy, and had that awful noise in my head... the same noise that precedes paralysis - meaning I was right at the start of the pre-exit. I found it so hard to move, so hard to open my eyes. It was unpleasant. It made me feel slightly sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kind of drifted off for a bit and found myself walking down my local street in the dark, and found myself walking up the path to my Mum's old house. Then I met G there who seemed okay with me, and I suddenly found myself back in my house, and thought I would ask G a question - but I can't recall what the question was. I do know I was being pleasant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw an email from my friend Anna who lives in New Zealand. I only saw part of the subject line which said, "MUD AND..." and I got the impression it was something to do with a volcano. I thought maybe she got covered in mud and ash. Then I saw an email from G which gave me a distinct feel of aggression and anger. Again, I only saw the subject line which said, "GET IT" and I got the feeling he was angry with me for getting in touch. I got cross. I also got the feeling he would stick me in his spam box.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I became aware of my body again and it was so hard to move, I struggled to open my eyes, and managed to open them half way. I asked inwardly if this was a good time to project, and I think I heard someone say, "NO NO NO". I felt afraid and I realized I had these negative thoughts running in my head. So I made a huge effort to snap out of it and sat up, decided to eat something which would help me stop feeling so heavy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-1150628940517129872?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/1150628940517129872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/1150628940517129872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/04/unpleasant-experience.html' title='AN UNPLEASANT EXPERIENCE'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-553026301324305739</id><published>2007-04-24T18:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T03:53:30.517+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communal Changing Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nudity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink'/><title type='text'>GETTING READY TO PARTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I recall Mum living in the same flat we used to live in when I was a small child. But this time, I was an adult, and I went to visit Mum, but we ended up having a small argument. I don't remember what we were arguing about but I recall telling her that things would be a lot easier for her if she changed a few things, such as changing the way she gets paid, etc so that she doesn't have to do as much work.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Next, I remember meeting some girlfriends, we were getting ready for a party. I remember the communal changing room with showers. I spent some time chatting to my girlfriends, looking at our outfits, in particular, our shoes. One of my friends complained she wasn't sure about her shoes, if they were right for her outfit. I looked at them and assured her they would be fine. They were pale pink.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I showed off my own stuff, and then I got into the shower. No one seemed to care about being nude or whatever. The shower would not work. So my friend had to show me how to work it, she said that I had to 'light' it up with an oil burner but to be careful not to touch the flame. I thought this a bit strange but these were old fashioned showers. I chatted about my hot pink stilettos while I washed my hair and body. Eventually the shower just ceased to work altogether so I got out of the shower and began to get dressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-553026301324305739?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/553026301324305739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/553026301324305739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/04/getting-ready-to-party.html' title='GETTING READY TO PARTY'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854862903326162488.post-3044213150567686137</id><published>2007-04-24T00:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T08:25:21.207+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Websites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heated Discussion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belligerence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark'/><title type='text'>"IT SUCKS... IT SUCKS BALLS!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I only remember being in a dimly lit room. It seemed to be in a tower. The room was rather bare, the walls were made of stone. The door was wooden, but it was painted. I don't remember the color of the door.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was lying down on a bed. Someone came in, I thought it was G but I am not sure to be honest because I kept getting the sense this was 'G' but the person looked female, and reminded me of Nana. So that was confusing. [I will refer to this person as 'she'/'her' just to keep things simple].&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We were having a heated discussion about my loyalties. I was rather belligerent towards her. She was trying to persuade me to do something... something to do with the forums I post on. She said that the owners of these forums &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I think there were three of them)&lt;/span&gt; had made up some rule about only being able to post on one website. So if I post on one website then I'm to stick with that website and forsake all the others. She asked me which forums I was going to 'fall out' with. As she said this to me, she had tears in her eyes. This is why I got belligerent because there was no way was I going to forsake any of them. I pointed out that there were tons of people posting on these forums and it's a daft idea to make them choose one out of the three. I stood my ground and said that Robert would have to ban me from his forums before I would stop posting there, same for AC and another person &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(who's name I don't recollect)&lt;/span&gt;. And what exactly will they ban me for?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Next, I recall being out of the room but somewhere in the same tower, walking along the corridor which was dark &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(as in dim and bleak)&lt;/span&gt; when she caught up with me and asked me what I thought of what she said in the earlier conversation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I got mean, and turned around, screwed up my face then said, "It sucks, it sucks BALLS!".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/854862903326162488-3044213150567686137?l=prolificdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/3044213150567686137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/854862903326162488/posts/default/3044213150567686137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prolificdreamer.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-sucks-it-sucks-balls.html' title='&quot;IT SUCKS... IT SUCKS BALLS!&quot;'/><author><name>Silver Firefly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD4EG1hi5Rg/TKih9u6WnhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xT0TnkWfrzU/S220/1771vanity-circus-m01-thumb.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
