Place withheld · 2018-08-02 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive
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Adding these quickly and going to WBTB. 6. Traveled a twisty stretch of highway but on a skateboard. There were no cars, only people on all shapes and sizes of skateboards. We followed typical traffic rules while speeding along. I cannot remember where I was going but I felt like I was late. One of my wheels became wobbly and I needed to change it. I pulled to the side of the highway and asked people for help because I did not have the tools needed to change my tire. No one helped me. Fragment: Trying to get across a field full of spiky plants 7. On a narrow strip of road in the middle of now where. No one could cross the road. If someone tried they disappeared mid road and ended up on the side they started from. Characters from Supernatural arrived to investigate. <PERSON> tried to fix the uncrossable road by using a round key. He only managed to spit the road into three. <PERSON> stood on one road, <PERSON> on the other, and <PERSON> on the middle. Each road was in a different dimension. They could not figure out how to cross over. The dimensional split was contained in a roughly circular area. I inspected from outside it for a way to pull everyone together again. -After sleeping again Hypnagogia-A crowd of beautiful smiling women mobbed my way. They were all human heads on stick bodies. -LUCID? A guy reaches for me, trips and floats in the air. "This must be a dream," he said. "It is," I reply, then wake. -A delivery of a rack of books in bread loaf bags. The books are shaped like bread. 8. Was part of an acting/dancing troup though I cannot act or dance. We walked through a city looking for a late night place to eat. We found one but had to wait in line outside in the dark. A storm rolled in and we sheltered from the rain and lightning under my coat, all 25 or so of us somehow. We sang while waiting for the storm to pass. Also, I sw my refleciton and looked strikingly like <PERSON>. 9. I finished off a project in class, handed in my <PERSON> poetry book and left to walk home. In the hallway, I ran into an old friend who looked kind of like <PERSON>. He was hungry. I gave him my lunch. Outside, I realized it would take 4 hours to walk home, 2 if I jogged. I jogged. Partway home I had to balance across a pole stretched across a pond of steaming and bubbling mud. I made it but my jacket fell in. I finally got home to discover someone in my house eating my food. He cooked me something to eat to and we were friends after that. We began renovating the house. 10. It was very late before a friend came out out of a club. I called her name out the window. She came and got into the car. On the ride home she complained about everything. I tried to point out good things each time she complained. She tried to argue with me. I grew tired of her attitude and told her to stop misplacing her misery on me. I was not the one who did whatever to make her miserable. She apologized and cried and I felt like a grade A a-hole. I turned up the music and sang way out of tune to make her smile.
On this day, myself, a friend, Eddy and 2 girls, felt like taking a ride. Before I begin I just want it noted that there was NO drinking or the use of drugs. We decided to go to Plum Island.…
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I was driving on a backroad in Rhinebeck, NY. I was heading to a rehearsal at the Rhinebeck Center of Performing Arts at about 6 :30 in the evening. The road is called Pilgrims Progress Road…
the accounts read alike, found by meaning rather than by shared details
July 20th 2021. I was coming home from work and was travelling south down highway 11 in DeLeon Springs FL. It was about 1am and was hot and humid night. Normally I don't take this road home,…
the accounts read alike, found by meaning rather than by shared details
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