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As a child I would have this recurring dream where I was standing in a large archway looking into a very large domed cathedral type room, very dark with the only light coming from a matching archway directly across the room from me, the floor was white and black checkerbord. The room was empty, walls where smooth with some kind of painting/fresco that I could never make out. And always in every dream there was a figure, seemed to be a man standing in the archway across from me, I could never see his face or another details because the light was behind him shining in. Every time this figure would turn his back to me. Look back over his sholder and walk away......I would always wake with a metallic taste in my mouth and cold sweats.

I had a dream that I was in a boat on a lake with a group of Indianpeople(east indian) and it was like 5 men and a pregnant woman and we went swimming in the lake. We came across an empty floating car while we were swimming and a hippopotamus swam out of it and started attacking us. So I and the pregnant lady started swimming and she was screaming but I didn't speak the language she did and suddenly the hippo bit off one of the men's legs. The water filled with blood and somehow we escaped and the pregnant lady went into labor and I had to walk her to the hospital barefoot in my swim suit.

I am a frequent 'epic dreamer'; and have more recently experienced 'lucid dreams' where I can change, or manipulate, my dream to my own liking. These dreams are sweeping and beautiful, massive in scale, and can feature mountain ranges, valleys, vast moorlands, oceans, islands, lonely beaches or beautiful villages in the snow. They seem to go on for hours, uninterrupted, and I can recall every single detail for years afterwards. They all, without exception, feature an enormous house (different every time) and nearly all feature sex with an unknown man, who is always different and doesn't look like anyone I know. The house is always huge, isolated, gothic, empty, mostly derelict, with hundreds of rooms and the dream predominantly features me, either alone or with this man, discovering rooms. I am always excited, sometimes sexually exicted in these houses; somewhere in the dream is the knowledge that the house belongs to me and I'm discovering it for the first, most exciting, time, and deciding what I can do with it. I explore attics, cellars, staircases and bedrooms, but I always seems to linger for a long time by windows, gazing longingly out the the incredible view, or by enormous fireplaces, looking into the flames. Sometimes the house is truly derelict and haunted but I'm not scared, just in awe of its beauty and amount of rooms. There is always a very lucid feeling of real excitement in the dream and this usually turns to sexual excitement as the man in the dream makes his move on me. It can be incredibly intense and romantic, and the feeling stays with me for days or weeks. Sometimes years! Less frequently (once a month maybe) I feel such intense grief in a dream I wake up with my pillow wet and I'm depressed for days. Yet I never know why I was grieving. The only feeling that remains with me is that I've lost something and can never find it ever again. Sometimes in my dream I decide it's not romantic or gorgeous enough, and I can go back and change the crucial scene to my liking. I am even discussing this in my dream with myself, saying 'hang on - I could have been more heroic or powerful in that scene. Let's go back and do it again'. So I do, but improve on the outcome. All my dreams are so beautiful, and so epic in scale and emotion, that they exhaust me and real life seems very dull and ugly and unromantic in comparison.

I needed to use a toilet. The toilet I used was an olfashioned,outside toile which belonged to my gran (who, in life, passed away many years ago). Despite being an old fashioned toilet, it was,in quite a spacious room, modern inside. The toilet it self was some kind of mechanical device.....one would be strapped into it and, it would tilt, emptying the contents as one used it! As I found the toilet difficult to operate, my husband (who, in real life, also passed away) helped me. Because of this strange toilet, I found I couldn't "go".

Three metal square, rounded corner boxes (tins) about 18 inches on a side were presented to me. The voice said, these are your answers to life, the universe, and love. All 3 looked the same. I opened one at random and it was empty. I decided this was the universe. I opened a second and grass, flowers, and generally very green plants sprouted up filling the container from edge to edge. This I decided was life. The third I opened and it was filled to the brim with red paint. I reached in and found it had no bottom and in fact pulled me in completely. This I decided was love.

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