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Place withheld · 2011-06-12 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive

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Dream 1: I am in an office room at a school next to a muddy river. There is a large mohagany table in the center of the room. I remember something about talking to coach <PERSON>. I then go to the river and instead of trees surrounding me there are a series of uniform apartment buildings that look exactly the same. I remember something about thinking how realistic they look, but before becoming lucid I bump into an odd guy in a tent. I tell him I cannot talk to strangers and then he starts chasing me. I run into the school (I am much faster than him), and run into the office. I tell Mr. <PERSON>, but he just says, "Fascinating," and goes into the other room. It is now dusk, and I lock the doors. The stalker tries to get in, and when he finds the doors locked, he punches throught the windows and climbs in. I crouch out of sight behind a table. "<PERSON>, I know you are in here. Come out, come out, wherever you are!" He cackles maniacally. I bumb my head against the underside of the table and he chuckles. "It seems I have caught the rabbit in its den. I see you, <PERSON>." He lunges for a kitchen kife and advances on me. I grab an exacto knife and take up a defensive stance. He lunges at we and slashes at my left side, and I unsuccessfully parry his strike. He slits open the back of my hand, but I manage to put a deep long gash down his calf.

 

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