Date of dream: Wednesday, March 10, 2004
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I was laying in bed sleeping and the smell of cigarette smoke woke me up. Quietly I crawled to the
window and peeked out the blinds. I could see him in the dark talking on the cell phone quietly and
smoking a cigarette. I crawled to my telephone and quietly called the police, hoping they would catch
him there. When I hung up I could hear him in the house talking crazy and heading for my room. I got
my baseball bat and went out to meet him, I was going to hit him with it. I was too scared to hit him
and said "what are you doing in my house??" Then I woke up. I looked around, sniffed the air, and
knew it was a dream.
Additional Comments:
The other day I found a cigarette butt outside my bedroom window. I don't smoke and don't have any
guests over, so I've been wondering how it got there. I'm sure that's the source of this dream.
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Date of dream: Saturday, February 14, 2004
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I am with a group of people who I don't know. I don't want to go with them, but one guy, in his 20's,
makes me go. So I do.
We go to this place that's a wooden structure built into a cave system high in the air. It's dark and the
rooms are made of earth and rock. The wood catches on fire and we are trapped. Only way out is
through the back side of the structure, which is on the edge of a very high cliff. Looking out, you are
above the clouds and your view is obstructed.
As the fire nears, people are using sheets and ropes and old tires which are there to try to fashion
parachutes that will get them alive to the side of the valley. Directly beneath us is water.
This is the main part of the dream- me watching these people's efforts to get out of this alive.
Some go off the cliff and head straight down, and as they go I can hear their thoughts "I'm going
straight down, I'm going to die now..." Other people succeed in floating with their parachutes but you
can't see them because they disappear into the clouds. But I know some people made it because I hear
them talking below.
One guy in particular catches my attention. He looks silly with his ropes all around him. He says a quick
prayer and runs straight for the cliff and jumps off without hesitation. His parachute works excellent and
he steers himself right for the group of people below.
By the end of the dream the only people left are me and the two leaders, the young one who forced me
to come along, and the older one. But the leaders turn into my aunt and uncle. They are going quite
insane and irrational. The young one walking around with dynamite and threatening to light it. He ends
up riding a motorcycle down the side of the cliff. (which is fatal)
I finally am so hot and the fire is so near that I'm forced to make my own parachute and head for the
cliff. I'm scared of heights, that's why I took so long, I'm not going unless my fear of staying is stronger
than my fear of jumping, and that takes a long time.
I have it made and go near the edge. My aunt is sitting there knitting. I try to talk her into at least
trying to make a parachute and live, but she wants to just stay where she is. I go near the edge. I
never do get any further, I wake up.
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