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I dreamed that I was in Michelle and Guy's garage. It was full of cars, and I was actually getting
out of one. My family were all there. Michelle was getting out of a truck, and as she closed her
door, I opened mine, and because there were so many vehicles in the garage, the door hit another
vehicle. No one noticed because the sounds happened simultaneously: my sister closing her door, and
my door hitting the car. We all went inside my parents house even though it was my sister's garage.
Everyone sat down and watched a movie about the Golden Dawn, or powers, or something. I didn't sit
with everyone. I lay down on the tile floor by the hallway to the living room and started to work on
a puzzle. I had already completed it earlier, I just started taking it apart. I remember two parts
of that puzzle I was particularly drawn toward to take it apart in chunks and set the incolmplete
chunks in the bottom of the puzzle box. They looked kind of like castle towers up close, golden, red
and purple in color (like the Fire Dragon puzzle I just did) maybe about three pieces wide and seven
I sat on the floor and worked on the puzzle away from everyone else not because I didn't want to sit
with everyone, not because I was afraid of the movie, but because I had a really bad feeling about
it. When the end came, the powers in that movie began to torment me in the sense that I ran into the
back of the house and was afraid for my being. The male voice of the Golden Dawn scared me so much I
couldn't even handle cowering in my parent's bathroom at that voice.
Then I was in a forest. A forest with lots of smaller bushes like toyon and buckbrush, but the trees
above were tall. Maples, probably some pines. It sounds like the forest I grew up in, but it was way
more dense, and the color of the green in everything was merged with a little blue, so it looked
dark. I was with Christina. We lived on a bridge over a creek, but the bridge was nothing but a slab
of dirt maybe six feet wide, eight feet long, with bushes on one far side that were so dense no one
could get through them rendering the bridge unusable for it's purpose to get across the creek. There
was a path on one side to get down to the water, and what almost seemed like a second level of
ground between the bridge and the creek water.
Christina and I were expecting company. I know that Tony was one of the people to come over and
visit us for sure. It was Christmas time. I think Piper was there too and maybe a person that didn't
look like, but felt like Jake. When I heard that Tony was coming over, I grabbed a long stem of what
seemed like buckbrush, but it wasn't. I made a circlet out of it and wore it around when everyone
came over and visited (a part that I don't remember much of). What I do remember is that everyone
brought over Christmas presents. They were all bright red boxes of different sizes.
After everyone left, the boxes were strewn about the ground. It looked kind of pretty. Christina was
afraid that I'd be upset about them. I remember her looking around and saying, "don't worry,
Kirsten, I'll clean them up later!!"
At some point during all that I have just written, I saw a young man, around my age, just briefly. I
have the feeling that I said a few words to him, but either way, I was very curious about him. He
was rather short for a guy. His hair was kind of short too. It was a light brown color. He had very
Roman features, they were very sharp. All of a sudden, my dream focused on him. I was not around. It
was like I was watching a movie without my body, just watching it unfold. It followed him and what
He was in the forest as well. He had a little boy with him. I have the feeling that the little child
was his younger brother. He was moving through the forest, protecting the boy from something
following them. Along the way, he would show the boy little things to survive. He always carried the
young child. The little boy never got to walk. I could tell that the young man really had a passion
for the woods, and living in them, but the child never said anything, never even smiled.
One thing I specifically remember the young man teaching the child was how to make a bow and shoot
it. He even had the courtesy to make it small enough for the child to use. The little boy shot at an
animal (I don't remember what kind) and killed it. One other specific part I remember of watching
the two interact in the forest was when the young man grabbed a long vine hanging from a tree and
swung across the creek to the other side. Upon reaching the other side, they went ahead a bit
further and actually came to the edge of the forest where a city butted up against it, encroaching
upon it in the near distance.
At that point, the young man set the child down onto the ground. The little boy stood there and
faced his brother on the border of the forest and the city. Then the boy spoke. He told his brother
how he hated the forest, how he never wanted to be there, how his brother was stupid for teaching
him things and making him have to survive in it. Rage was in his eyes, and he was full of anger and
spite. Such a little child shouldn't say those things, nor have the anger this little boy did. The
older brother was hurt, and that's all I remember.
I had fun with all my friends, other than that, however, I don't think that I felt any emotion other
The red boxes we all exchanged that were our Christmas presents in it looked just like the Red Box
marketing Penney's uses to sell their Christmas gifts.
The forest I was in had magical creatures and monsters in it. I could feel that presence while I was
there in it, but I never actually saw any.
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I dreamed that I was in a rather dingy house or moblie home with a woman who the closest person I
can compare her to was my roommate Christina's mom, but she wasn't her. She was about her size in
stature and demeanor, but their personalities were entirely different. Christina's mom is crazy, and
this lady was very reserved. Anyway, this woman had a ton of snakes in her house of all different
sizes, slithering all over the floor. I remember asking her why she let them slither on the floor
out of their cages like that, and she said that it was for protection, or that it made things in her
house better, or something.
She ended up giving me three snakes to take home and put in my apartment. I held them in my arms as
she handed them to me, and they all were moving around very slowly. There were two smaller ones and
one big one. The smaller ones were shorter than the big one, and lighter green in color in
comparison to the big one who's coloring had diamonds of dark brown, almost black along it's back. I
remember that the big one was said to be a Boa Constrictor, but its coloring looked more like an
African Rock Python (way darker than a Boa). The name of the smaller two (they were the same
species) was mentioned, but I don't remember what it was. Their coloring was a bit darker green than
that of the Red-Tailed Rat Snake, but they were exactly the same length/diameter ratio as that snake.
I took them back to my apartment and closed the door. I set them on the floor and let them lose
themselves in their new environment. I was afraid to walk around. I am not afraid of snakes, but I
am not reckless around them either. I was afraid when I held them in this dream that they would bite
me, but I didn't show it and they seemed not to mind me so much. There were a lot more things in my
apartment, a lot more clutter.
I decided to get out of my place for a while, so I went outside and walked down 9th Street, but it
didn't look like 9th Street any more. The railroad tracks were a lot larger, more decayed, and dark.
I crossed over them and realized that I was in rags. I was in a ghetto of the late 1800's early
1900's, and I was living in squalor. The streets were mud, and houses were made of boards of wood
There was a wooden bridge that 9th Street went over and a hill on the left side. It was the kind of
bridge that has arches that cross over the top of one as it is passed through. As I walked up to the
bridge, I noticed that there were huge, thick boards of wood seeping black oil that made up the
bridge itself. There was dirt and mud smeared all over the base of the bridge where people could
reach. It was a very dark bridge. I crossed over it and walked into town.
People were fighting over food. Everyone was in rags. Everyone had smudges and creases of dirt all
over their faces. It was really strange and it made me unsettled. I managed to scrap for some food,
and I ate. I don't remember what it tasted like. For some reason, I get the impression now that I
was eating food to blend in with the people, not because I was hungry, but because I was curious to
see what was around each corner; I was curious to see how things were so different from what I am
After a time, I decided to go back to my apartment. The next thing I remember was that I was at a
house that was very similar to greg's grandparent's house. It had the same outdoor patio and room
separate from the house. There was a wall on one side of it though, and no yard. I never went into
either the room nor the house, but for some reason, I wanted to climb the wall. I made it over, and
was in mountain-like country minus the trees. I wanted to explore simply for the reason of exploring.
I ran around for a while, and eventually I came to a waterfall like the one at Table Mountain, only
it was dried up. I climbed onto the cliff and passed where the waterfall should have been. There was
one point where I had to leap from one point on the cliff to another point, and it was very
dangerous, but I did it and continued on alright. I eventually got passed the cliff part, only to
come to a barbed wire fence. For some reason, I decided not to cross the barbed wire fence, but to
go back. So I went all the way back to that patio. I remember the part where I had to leap on the
cliff making me particularly afraid, but I did it anyway, and made it back to the patio alright.
Then I woke up. There are parts of this dream that I don't remember, I know it.
The waterfall reminded me of another dream that I had a long time ago, but never wrote down. I'm not
sure if whether or not in this dream, part of the dried up creek had water in it, or if it was
another creek in the same area that was flowing with water, but in part of my wandering, I crossed a
creek that had rocks sticking out of the water. They weren't large rocks, but some were good sized.
In my dream, I was reminded of another dream that I had where it was nothing but a beautiful pan of
a creek travelling down a not-too-steep side of the mountain with rocks similar to the rocks I saw
in the creek I was seeing at the time. I had a feeling like I had been there before, and I think
that memory might connect that feeling with the creek.
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I dreamed that I was in a place where there was a lot of water, trees, moss, and forest plants. The
whole time I was there, I could feel a presence in this forest. I could tell that I was going to
meet someone that I loved amongst my walking. It was a beautiful place, and things seemed so
surreal, yet I could tell that this was someone's forest.
I chanced to come across a place where the trees parted. A young woman was there, standing in the
middle of a clearing of grass. The sun shone down on her. She reminded me most of Christina, but she
wasn't her, she was someone else entirely. She was wearing a beautiful white dress, and I don't
remember her face, but she had golden-blonde curls in her hair. It was done up in whisps and looked
very flattering. There was light emanating from her, and I could not see for certain, but I think
that she had other things like a throne behind her, or below her.
I walked into the clearing, and she taught me things. Things that, of course, I don't remember, but
I think that she taught me things about water, and a couple things about the area I was in. She
prepared me for what was to come to me next. I eventually left her in the clearing and went on my way.
The forest I was in captivated me. I was in love with the forest because I knew that I was in love
with it's owner. My desire to find the owner took over me. In my wanderings, I eventually came to
another part of the beautiful forest. I found a clearing very similar to the one the lady was in,
except this time, the clearing was by a shallow creek.
The creek was about the size of Bidwell Creek, and there, standing by the side of the waters was the
owner of the forest. I knew it right away. I loved him at first sight. He had long, dark brown hair.
He was taller than me, but well constituted. He hadn't been standing there waiting for me, but he
noticed me walking into the clearing and called me over to him. I walked down the slight hill to
where he was standing, and he taught me things as well. Secrets about the waters of the creek, and
secrets about loving others. He never said that he loved me, and I never said that I loved him, and
we never even kissed, nor hardly flirted, but I loved him.
He gave me a few clues and sent me on a journey to find a certain spot of the creek. I did it
eagerly for I was excited to put to use the secrets that he had given to me about the water (which I
don't remember what they were, or how I found the spot, but I found it none the less). It was down a
tiny trail that I had to duck down to fit underneath the tree limbs and to the right as it reached
the water's bank. When I got to the water's edge and headed toward the right, I remember there being
a big tree's roots in the ground with moss growing all over them. The creek water was crystal clear.
I picked up a large specimen of moss-- as big as my hand-- and held it for a second, observing it,
then I placed it back where I got it from. As I was in that spot, I knew for certain that the man I
had seen loved me more than anything.
Then I was back in the clearing of the lady, only she wasn't there, and the man I loved was. We
talked about love together. He had white glowing around him. I remember that he touched my face with
his hand tenderly, like I was to be taken care of by him forever. That man's energy felt most like
Buddy's. He even had the same hair as Buddy, but I feel that he wasn't him entirely. He was someone
I have never seen before, and that's all I remember.