Place withheld · 2014-02-11 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive
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A sort of ancient China-based fantasy setting. Someone is left an offering of a fish for me at my shrine, and I am suspicious of it, so I only take a taste. It turns out to be fine. Now I feel regret; if I would known it was good, I would have eaten the whole thing. From my perspective, after I tasted it, the rest turned to stone; I am aware the humans offering it would have seen it differently. Nearby, there is a man talking with his wife in their home late at night. He is going through a sort of existential despair, and he is sort of thinking through it out loud, talking more to himself than to his wife. Someone else appears and tells him that this existential despair is good, it is an indication that it is time for him to move on to the next stage of life, to become immortal. The man totally buys it. I am a disembodied observer, but I still have the mindset of the character from the shrine in the previous scene, and I am extremely irritated with that new person/creature. I think of this man and his wife as mine, and I do not appreciate others attempting to mislead and take advantage of them. Outside - I remain in 3rd person <PERSON> and lose that shrine character's mindset. That couple's house is part of a small complex of several buildings enclosed by a wall, and elsewhere within that wall there is a woman who hunts demons, dressed like a man, chasing after a three-eyed crow, with another woman (a local, not a demon hunter) trying to keep up with her. They do not manage to catch it; it flew over the wall, and it did not seem at all concerned about its pursuers. She is seen that crow before, the one controlling it has caused trouble for her in the past. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) I am traveling through a forest, and changing into a suit of chainmail. It is gleaming white, head to toe. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) A fantasy China setting again. There is an elf woman dressed all in white, head to toe, and there are two men taking her over to an island in a rowboat. One of the men is young, the other is middle-aged and has been recently disgraced in some way, he is cut off his hair to reflect that. Reaching the island she wants to go to involves passing through several veil-like things in the air covering the opening between two cliffs. When they reach the town on the other side of that passage, the older man immediately jumps out of the boat and heads off through the streets, moving quickly. As a disembodied observer, I follow him, and I am thinking that I have seen this scene before, from the younger man's <PERSON>. (Which is probably a false memory, but there is a chance it is true - it is true that I was in the young man's POV in a scene just before the rowboat, and I can only remember very vague fragments of that scene.) I am thinking now that last time, that man had met up with us after we would taken care of some business, just before we left the island. I had wondered what he was doing while he was gone, but he would refused to say, he is always very secretive - I am pleased I am going to be able to find out now. (Of course, as soon as I thought that, I woke up.)
I am someone who is investigating a woman, and my partner and I are searching her apartment. I am going through old chat logs on her computer. As we leave, walking down the stairwell, we tal…
the accounts read alike, found by meaning rather than by shared details
<PERSON>-based. I am looking at a sort of frozen image of two people - as a disembodied observer, I can move around and look at this scene from different angles, but time is not moving. Two …
the accounts read alike, found by meaning rather than by shared details
7:50 A.M. 'I' am a younger girl, between 15-17 perhaps. -I am out on a porch, where there is writing in big letters all around on the rails (I try to read it, cannot remember if I was able t…
the accounts read alike, found by meaning rather than by shared details
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