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Place withheld · 2016-02-01 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive

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I am at a "Dudesons" festival that is held on a steep hill. They stop the show earlier than planned, but they make up for it by starting the "traditional challenges". I see a glimpse of a man washing his teeth with mashed potatoes and some fat man naked on a van before the dream changes. I imagine myself in some van that is rising up and down when suddenly I am inside of a hallucination. In the hallucination I am in near darkness and I walk to a door where there is standing a black creature. I separate from my body. I am in an underground station at night. A train arrives and I hop in and I sit on one of the benches. A conductor comes by and asks to see my ticket. I get worried I will not find one from my pockets, then I see one lying right next to me on the bench. I pick it up and give it to him. He punches a hole to it with a machine. I decide to walk in the train. I tell a kid : " That is our stop" and I point the next station with my finger. The train stops and I step into another dark underground station. The dream hops suddenly and I am in a large grocery store what I know. I ask the dream : " How about a dream guide?" A blonde woman starts to walk towards me, but I get the feeling that she is not my guide. I try again : " I want to meet my dream guide." The shelves nearby jingle and the same student from my high-school comes to ( the same from "Fake Dream Guide" - dream). I say : " Hey, what is up dude ! I had an idea it might be you again." He suddenly shows me his dream journal, it has some well drawn dream sequences in it. The test is typed with a computer however. "Well drawn" I tell him. "How long have you been keeping it?" I then ask. " Ten days" he replies. I look at the drawings again and say to him : " It is all fighting- dreams." He laughs. We run down the escalators to the lower floor. There is a new floor between the two that really exist and there are only mandarins sold there. Tons of them. I shout : " Whooo!" and pick one up a mandarin, but I put it back. The dream hops us to the outside plaza/street. There are two guys, the same age as us around 16-17 years old hanging around. I start bending metal pipe with my bare hands and they look at me amazed. I flatten the pipe completely by squeezing it with both of my hands. I then see there is a brawl going on nearby between two youngsters. The other is apparently " a bad guy". Another bad guy is stretching behind them, he is preparing to join in. I will not let him, it would not be fair. So I go up to him, take a hold of his and and crush it all the way to the bone. I shoot a continuous red laser beam out of my hand and I cut people in half with it. The other bad guy's arm drops off as he is running away from me. It flies through the air. I cut the top of an office building with the laser and it comes crushing down to the street. I stop the beam and then try and point my hand at a giant building in a distance. I lift my hand, and the building rips off from the ground, I am not even trying. I feel like <PERSON>, I feel invincible . I shoot it in to the skies. I then try to create a door which to use for teleportation. A dark brown door engulfed in blue flames appears behind me. As I walk towards it I fear the dream will end, and so I do. ceiling

 

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