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Having had a few drinks one evening I had fallen asleep on Emma Hatton's sofa (no idea why) during the days when I had ridiculously long hair. Waking up in the morning, someone had shaved off all but one side leaving me with the king of all combovers. In my fury I naturally assumed Ben Holliday was to blame somehow and attacked him with a frying pan. Hordes of strangers start arriving at the house and Ming Dong helpfully cuts off the rest of my hair. For some reason bald me looks like Robert Loggia. I spend hours tracking down someone who can lead me to the person responsible. Eventually Laura Lemon agrees to show me to this persons house, but when we arrive we are at their wake and it turns out thy they have been dead for three days.

The room is in a large historical grand basilica style building. The room has huge columns holding up high cathedral domed ceilings. The room has no furniture. The room’s only natural light source came in through many windows and open doorways to semi-dimly light the room. I was being judged unfairly because the 3 white people did not give me a chance to defend myself to the 1 white person they were speaking to. It’s daytime, I entered a room and see 3 casually dressed white people (1 female, 2 males) I did not recognize life in real but supposedly knew in the dream. In the dream, the 3 white people knew me. The 2 (1 female, 1 male) of the 3 white people were standing talking negatively about me as if they were trying to discredit me unfairly (because I was not given a chance to understand what is being said against me and not given a chance to defend myself) to another white person (1 male who he did not know me and seemed neutral) who is dressed in a standard government military attire. He is a person having authority (but acted as an ambassador or a guide in his position). I felt the need to be given a chance to be heard and to be understood instead of left to feel wrongfully accused of something I was not even given a chance to understand in this dream to have caused the 2 white people not to like me. In frustration to understand the situation and resolve it, I attempted to approach the group of white people. I am outside in the desert standing in a crowd of white people during the day. The entire nation is in danger and all people are trying to escape. I am in the crowd trying to investigate what is causing the danger and to try to find out why everyone are rushing and panicking to leave and where. Massive amounts of white people rushing to secure a spot in any of the two separate lines to enter checkpoint to the departure gateways. Looking up from below a nearby staircase, I again see 2 of the white people who do not like me. The 2 white people look at me (It was at this point in the dream I realized in real that I’ve been involved in a series of this particular dream. They urgently followed the white person with authority who led them to walk through a solid rock wall similar to the Jerusalem walls. Their bodies passed through a solid rock wall. I later discover the wall is separated in 4 consecutive sections and appear to be solid rock. However, each block is embossed with an arched border framing a secret portal. The portals are not obvious because there were no visible physical door to open. I ran up the top ridge of an inclined wall where there was a wide (about 10 foot wide), flat, and clean path with a clean brushed steel railing I did not use along the path. When I arrived at my destination, I rushed up to the 1st solid rock portal I saw from my left standing in front of me. Without doubt and without hesitation, I easily walked through the solid rock wall with confidence and urgency to seek for answers and explore. The experience if walking through solid wall was the same as walking without obstruction. In my urgency to enter, I was able to glimpse a posted note written on a blue lined white paper like a piece of paper torn from spiral bounded notebook. The note was pinned on the rock wall with a red push pin tack. The note stated that particular portal next departure will leave at 10:31. The note was clearly understood by me that whoever enters this particular portal would have to wait until being transported from inside the portal. Within the few seconds that I spent inside the portal, I realized the size inside the portal was more of a comfortable pod size. I understood the portal holding morphs into a comfortable standing space of the passenger. From within this portal, I understood the portal is meant to transport 1 person at a time to a destination away from Earth –a destination that is at least neutral or safer than the definite annihilation of good humanity that will happen for those who stay behind who will be devoured by evil conquest. I quickly decided to leave this particular portal to try to enter any of the other 3 portals that have no delays in transport because I was eager to investigate the situation and also try to find out where the 2 white people went with that 1 white person who appeared to have authority. I walked out of the initial portal of the solid rock wall. I was going to enter the portal right next to it (the 2nd from my left facing the rock wall), but I thought there is a higher chance someone is already in it, so I chose to try to enter the 3rd portal door from my left which was a few more steps away and because of this reason could have a higher chance of it being unoccupied. I rushed toward it but just as I was about to enter, I woke up in real life.

Num estádio dois cachorros vagavam. Ao sentar-me se aproximaram e começaram a morder a minha perna. eram cães vira-lata, cor mel, limpos, cuidados e sadios. procurei outro lugar para sentar mas todos estavam ocupados. Os cães continuavam a morder a minha perna. Eu não sentia dor, apenas desconforto. Olhei novamente e todos os lugares estavam vazios. Sentei longe. Ao meu lado sentou- se uma mulher com baquetas de bateria, casaco de couro preto. A amiga dela chegou e olhou como se eu tivesse tomado o seu lugar. Estava com duas malas de maquiagem em metal inox, tipo 007. Mas não havia maquiagem e sim equipamentos de miragem de som. Ela sentou-se algumas fileiras acima e ficou de costas para o palco. Os cães continuavam a morder. olhei para o horizonte e me vi numa casa grande, com dois amigos brigando com a mãe, pois um deles, Henrique! só chamava tudo pela primeira sílaba. Assim panela era pa, travessa era tra, Caio era ca....os cães que mordiam sumiram! assim como todo o cenário . E surgiu uma cadela chamada fifi. O marido de uma amiga com quem não falo mais me ligou para dizer que haviam comprado um apartamento ao lado do de Henrique, na cobertura mas sem a vista para o mar.

Dreamt that I lived on a native commune. 2friends suffered nose bleeds and the second one triggered an asthma attack due to fear. Before that it felt like I was watching a movie, then I was the person who was giving birth to a baby the size of a house! The birth went naturally and everything went well except that the government wanted to steal her for study. The natives kept us safe. Also, somehow there was alien influence as Some of the crops would uproot and float up into the air and disappear. We started fighting back by jumping up to grab the wheat.

Atlantis the throne by which the gods sit and carry the affairs of the old mars and its living legacy to a fertility order of memories for the earth the emergence of a dream fulfilling goddess and through the mists a priestess of the spiraling sun too greet the hosts of mans desires the gains of the raids of Atlantis and the powers of earthly merges the overrule of natural forces the relocation of the saved knowledge and a reconciliation of earth and its forebears as with a fantasy of times golden gates of the future as through their passage all of living is to be granted and begun to the inevitable new age of a seeker and the knowledge of the truth of the actuality of the gods and the goal objective fulfillment. to the age of the receiving space

My father gave me a bag full of exotic like fish filled with water, they type you may see in a Japanese pond perhaps? There were about four of them, including the good sized catfish that broke out of the bag and clamped onto my shoe with bite a few times to make sure its fangs really dug in and got me, trying to hurt me, I was wearing shoes so it did not hurt so bad. . Naturally I kicked the fish on my shoe up against some type of thing in order to kill it since it was obviously trying to harm me. I felt its bite loosening every kick I made. When I finished with that I noticed that the other fish in the bag had lost too much water and I needed to direly put them in the water. The pond was the only solution though I didnt know how it would turn out... or if they would survive with the other fish or in the type of water, I had to take the chance of throwing them in with the others, I looked as closely watching to see if it turned out bad or good, hoping for the best .. to my surprise it looked serene as far as I could see, no fighting. I saw fish eating out of a special spot just for them with what seemed to be food placed especially for them. They seemed very content and taken care of well. It was a beautiful pond... similar to a coy fish pond, but this one had much more types of life.

My father gave me a bag full of exotic like fish filled with water, they type you might see in a Japanese pond perhaps? There were about four of them, including the good sized catfish that broke out of the bag and clamped onto my shoe with bite a few times to make sure its fangs really dug in and got me, trying to hurt me, I was wearing shoes so it did not hurt so bad. . Naturally I kicked the fish on my shoe up against some type of thing in order to kill it since it was obviously trying to harm me. I felt its bite loosening every kick I made. When I finished with that I noticed that the other fish in the bag had lost too much water and I needed to direly put them in the water. The pond was the only solution though I didnt know how it would turn out... or if they would survive with the other fish or in the type of water, I had to take the chance of throwing them in with the others, I looked as closely watching to see if it turned out bad or good, hoping for the best .. to my surprise it looked serene as far as I could see, no fighting. I saw fish eating out of a special spot just for them with what seemed to be food placed especially for them. They seemed very content and taken care of well. It was a beautiful pond... similar to a coy fish pond, but this one had much more types of life.

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