Place withheld · 2012-10-16 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive
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I am at a camp (that does not exist). I am on something like a high ropes course, but it is also like a swinging wooden bridge/treetop walk. This is in a forest, and I can see teenagers all over the course. I am walking on the planks, and I see this very attractive guy. He smiles at me, and I smile back. Now I take a left and go up to a more shaded area that has a big purple machine with a woman standing at it pressing buttons. Somehow I know she is the potion maker. I go over to that platform and jump off the left side. I remember hearing people say the fall is 7 minutes and 20 days. It is the next day, and I head back up the course. Now I am with <PERSON>, and no one else is on the course. We walk up to the area with the purple machine, but it is blocked off with a silver rope. There is also a 3-foot gap between where we are and that platform. I tell her that I think we should go forward anyway, so we do. We extend a bridge forward by pressing a button on the left of the platform. I go up to the screen on the purple machine. I am about to say, "Let us make a love potion.", but I get cut off by a woman who looks like a nurse. She looks very mad. She drags me to the edge where I had jumped off before, and throws me off. I land in a room that feels like a bedroom. I know I have done something wrong, but the woman in the room does not seem mad; more like empathetic. Courtlyn and I are being "punished" for what we have done. We have to lie down in the bed with stuffed animals. It feels like nap time. Justin and <PERSON> walk in and look at me as if to say, "What is wrong?". They leave. An old man comes in and takes us outside. He starts to lecture us and tell us all of the things we are not allowed to do anymore.
Went to bed at 5AM and woke up at 3:40PM. From what I remember, I was at some sort of camp. We are up very high in the trees with ziplines and our harnesses attached to wires. My mom is ther…
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11/28/20 I am in a large dimly lit room with various beds and chairs in it. I notice an old friend <PERSON> laying towards the back of the room across some chairs. He is using clothes to kee…
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