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Place withheld · 2012-10-25 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive

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[Thursday, October 25th, 2012] (I fell asleep tongith at my <PERSON>'s on her couch. I went over to clean that night, but I felt insanely nausious so I lied down for a while...) I am on the same street that me and <PERSON> had a fight on the night before this dream... Me and <PERSON> are on a platform, it is midnight, and there is someone watching us from a bench... We are fighting in slow motion- dodging punches and swinging kicks- with superhuman precision and grace. The person on the bench does not say a word, but I have the idea that she is female. <PERSON> has a weapon now, and she swings it at me, but I have a strange, giant, metal pair of pliers, and I dodge and rear back into a snake stance with the pliers ready to clamp. We stop and put our weapons down and laugh. -- Me and <PERSON> are traveling through some strange mountain pathway up to a village... The side of the cliff path is so steep, we have to stab our hands into the ground to pull ourselves up. I feel almost robotic, but graceful in how I make my way up the mountain. As we reach the village- I either lose recall or the dream ends... -- I am outside of my Aunt's/<PERSON>'s house in the yard. No recall besides the location, so far.

 

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