Place withheld · 2011-08-14 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive
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Teens twice my size are chasing my friend and I. I get the feeling that if they catch me I might not live. Without them seeing, I jump into a grassy slope next to the pavement and lay flat. [In real life my house is only next door to that, I do not think it was safe for me to go there in my dream though.] My friend keeps running around the corner where presumably she finds safety in her house. [ which is technically my other friends house in real life] The mother of a boy in my class unknowingly sat on top of me to eat her picnik. Bones crunch. My kitten comes up to me and licks my hand. I fall asleep. When I awake I have no body and am merely a presence looking down on the scene. The boys mother is standing with her sandwich looking dazed. Where I once lay was on only several bones and a boot. I am pretty fucking pissed. How did that woman not notice me being eaten in my sleep by a kitten?! People begin to gather. My friend is there unharmed and possible the teen boys as well. My dead presence slowly fades.
The dream starts as I am in my car trying get out of the parking lot at my school. School had ended and for some reason the lot was very crowded with cars, more than usual in IRL. Everyone i…
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Lucid Non-lucid My memory picks up walking down past an old friends house which lies close to the railroad. I eventually make it down to the house that sits on the corner not far from my own…
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The dream begins inside my house, by the front door. I am scared to go outside, slightly apprehensive, but i long to feel the fresh cool air on my skin. My blonde hair frames the scene, and …
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