Date of dream: Thursday, November 06, 2008
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Lucid Intent? No
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The current prime minister of my country was elected a president - while remaining a prime minister. The election was followed by a coronation ceremony that seemed to take place near the elementary school in my hometown.
I remember standing on the road that passes by the school, leading into the forest. A crowd of people was headed into the forest; these were the people who attended the celebration. They all wore cloaks and hoods, which bestowed upon them an appearance of antiquity, even though - following the marching crowd - I could see that most of the people were young; among them I saw girls as young as my age. The atmosphere was one of merriment, and didn't at all seem to match the event they were celebrating.
The crowd marched towards the caves inside a mountain that does not exist in reality. A young man - naked to the waist - sat and beat a drum. All his body, save for his face, was smeared with mud, which made him look like he was made of stone, which for some reason made me feel hungry - I felt actually hugry for his flesh. Once the dancing and the music were over, we made it up to the top of the mountain and out of the cave, where some kind of ancient peope once had their fortress or their dwelling. In the dream it seemed as if I knew something about them - perhaps confusing them for an actual tribe that used to live in the territory of my country, but then became extint. I recalled that they were forced to live in harsh conditions, and that what I seen inside of their fortress - or the ruins that were left of it - reflected that.
The next dream had me walking with my mother in the vicinity of the Reagans Circle. In reality the Reagans Circle is an underground passage linked to several tram-stops, a tram-station of sorts or a design trying to imitate a train station. In the dream it was night, and the Reagan's Circle was a maze of twisting, seemingly endless underground passages. I remember there were three of us walking - me, my mother and someone alse, perhaps my father, but I can't remember correctly. My mother suddenly split from us, disappearing into one of the dark corridors. "That's her habit", I though in the dream, slightly irritated, looking around in attempt to find where she was gone.
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Had bad sleep tonight; I woke up feeling quite surprised I've slept and dreamed.
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Date of dream: Friday, June 20, 2008
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I'm walking along the side of a steep mountain or hill. I'm afraid of losing my balance and falling down.
Later on I find myself exploring the setting that reappears in my dreams quite often; the underground shopping center whose brightly illuminated corridors and floors, filled with colorful store-fronts, spiral farther and farther down into the bowels of the earth. While walking about it I remembered another dream, a disturbing dream of veiled human figures traversing a desert of rock and sand. This time I find the shopping center going even deeper down than it usually does, and I'm determined to explore those deeper levels. While doing so I meet some people who don't exist in reality but who in this dream appear to be my close friends. The rest is as detailed as my recall of it is blurry; there seems to be some complex plot going on, with my dream containing hints that help me unravel it. Then I find myself in a dark cave that seems to be accessible from the lowest floors of the shopping center; a shootout ensues, and perhaps a magical duel, but I no longer remember the details. I'm trying to use the techniques of ritual magic to conceal myself from the enemies. Then, all of a sudden, a Muslim priest joins the good guys; he states that he's always eager to help those who fight for goodness and justice, or something in this vein. He draws out a holy book (the name of which is not explicitly stated in the dream) and proceeds to chant in order to sway the battle. In the end, the good guys win; the priest expresses his admiration for me. I'm ashamed to think that I've tried to use magic to protect myself.
In the following dream I'm totally convinced I'm awake and remember the previous dream; in this dream I believe that I've had it during the afternoon nap. I'm worried that I'll have a restless night after so many hours of sleep during the day, and I don't want to return to the dream I've just had(which I believe will plague me during the night). I'm walking down the narrow path that leads along what appears to be a shore of the sea; the night is falling, and the sky has a vivid, dark-blue color. Before me and slightly to my right I can see the dark silhouettes of buildings and ships docked in the nearby harbor.
Additional Comments:
I believe that after the second dream I woke for a while with a sense of relief; 'We're not held
accountable for what we did in our dreams', I thought to myself before falling back to sleep.
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