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Nov. 5th, 2011 | 07:55 am

I dreamed of living in the future, society is in semi collapse. I live in a friend's house who is not in town. The house is fairly large and has a large backyard, similar to the one I live in now ~ except the fence is not made of tall cinder blocks. It's much shorter and made of wood, somewhat falling apart. There are a lot of people staying in the house. Something tells me to go close the gate immediately. As I do, a violent man is outside, wanting to come in. He's been here before. He has blond hair and piercing eyes. He looks through the holes in the cattywampus gate, says he left something here. I open it to let him go look. I ask if he's hungry, thirsty. He says yes. I go to make some juice from concentrate but there are no pitchers so I go out the back to go scavenge one. I am barked at by some Pomeranian dogs who chase me. I stop and tell them to go. They run back to the lady they are with. I keep going and come across a couple of neighbors who sell food on the side of the road. I ask if they have a space pitcer. They don't. A nice young woman says to tell my Dad she said "hi". My dad has been dead for over three months (in the dream, not in real life). I look at her and say 'he's dead' and pause. We both are a little stuck. She comes over to hug me. I start to cry in the dream as I say to her "it's so hard to imagine the world without his light in it".

Then I wake up.

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Reformation of Self in progress...

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from: azul_ros
date: Nov. 7th, 2011 07:20 am (UTC)

That is INTENSE!

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Aboriginal Dreaming

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from: aboriginaldream
date: Nov. 8th, 2011 01:56 pm (UTC)


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