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5/30/05
I was at some kind of several-months festival where the counselors lived in shacks or houses. I merited a very nice house, the owners of all shacks seemed to be away since all were fully furnished, down to personal effects. There was a guy in one of the shacks and we instinctually decided to move in together.

Anyway, night falls and I make my way over there, to find that there is a sort of anima/animus sitution happening with him; his anima, a ghostly woman, and his animus, a manic and passionate man - are both around and I am frightened.

Once I meet both I find that they are not at all frightening, and I settle in for the night. Later I discover that I can develop delicious soup recipes with his animus - I test the recipes out on his anima and she finds it delicious.

2/21/03
i got a call from a boy that he was angry that i forgot about a date. i called back the number i found on my cellphone and it was to some kind of appliances superstore. i ended up going in there to try to track him down and apologize and found several of the people he had been staying with, preparing for a fashion show in the store. leaving the store, i carefully made my way along the highway ramps, the only pedestrian in sight. i could see apartment buildings rising and lowering, so that the people on different floors could see different views from different heights as they pleased. some of them had cars parked in spaces next to their balconies. it all looked pretty unsafe to me, and i was glad when as i held onto the curb rail and flew as fast as the cars next to me seeing new mexico come into view.

i was able to get off at an exit on st. francis drive and i ended up at a restaurant from an earlier dream. i elbowed my way through the retirees and helped myself to a bunch of grapes.

looking at the specials board i decided on pasta with sunflowers. i ordered it and saw an ex sittting sullenly on a bench and i knew i would have to share.

2/15/05
I find myself in this big open space kind of command center that is all empty except for a miniaturized control console. There are 12 or 13 little one foot tall, mechanized action figures there who are really alive and who are planning on taking over the world by creating an army of living Harry Potter dolls to destroy humanity. I grab them by their legs and frantically smack their heads against a bench in the room to stop them from following through with their plans. But their leader, who I can only remember as Dr. I-Beam (though it was a much more complex and lengthy name than that), has gotten into the control area and has started up the machine that produces the Harry Potter dolls (which is somewhere else in the building).

In preparation for the battle that is coming, I find a machete of mine. Yet I don't feel that that is going to be sufficient so I look in an old storage room with some other people also looking for weapons to fight the Potters. There I locate this beautiful wooden staff with animals carved into it. As I am contemplating using it, a few of the people say that I can't use the staff because it is sacred and antique. But then this old lady shows me how there is a spring loaded bladed hidden in the base of the staff making it seem to be quite the formidable weapon, and I set my machete on a table in the room.

I go out to the open space as the first of the Harry Potters start coming at me. Initially I thought they were going to be one foot high dolls, but I find that they are child size and thus that more daunting.

I start beating the Harry Potters as they come upon me (all of them with a scary yearning and wanting in them to take my life). I disable a few of them but find that the staff is to unwieldy to use with so many coming at me, so I retreat to the storage room and grab my machete off the table.

We seem to have barricaded the room so that only one Harry at a time is getting through and I proceed to efficiently hack limbs off of those that make it through our defenses. But after disabling a few and becoming more fatigued with each battle, I start to feel the floor under our feet ripple and buckle.

It is then that I realize they are pushing and clawing their way up through thefloor of the room. I move back to a side wall in preparation to fight some more and find that instead of Harry Potter dolls, there are these 2 foot high Anime-looking dolls, with pear shaped heads, beady eyes, small mouths and no nose popping up out of the floor.

They start lining up in two rows facing forward and sitting down as they come through the floor, trapping me between them and the side wall. As they start to become animate, they begin mewling and reaching for me like the Harry Potter dolls trying to take my life from me as well.

I recognize that there are far too many of them to fight and so in desparation I start singing to them a fake Japanese song. This completely quiets them down and they stop wanting from me or trying to attack me, so that I am able to dance around them and get out of the room.

I enter the control room again and realize that I only need to sing to the Harry Potter dolls as well and they will stop their killing lust toward me.

6/16/04
I was in the desert, and there were beasts wandering around. Monsters. We had to fight them. They had wings, like stone statues of angels made of sand, and their faces were the faces of animals, every statue a different one. A different perfume would defeat each animal. I been there before, or for a while, or both. Defeated several. It was my thing.

And then I was crouched over the broken body of one, like broken pieces of a statue, and I put some of that perfume "Calyx" on my neck. (It's happy stuff, very citrus-y). It was the antidote to the lion, but I also wanted to burn it, because I had been through the wars, and needed it to smell like smoke. I was about to light the stuff on my neck up when it occured to me that this was a bad idea. So I looked for something to burn, to wave the smoke toward me.

5/30/04
I was at some kind of event and while it was a nice social event and everyone was dressed up, people kept coming up behind me or next to me and injecting me with a syringe. I remember feeling the injections.

Other people were being injected too, and then the people doing the injecting became very evil looking, and my brother John appeared as one of the or drop to the ground and I remember being really scared at this point, thinking I was going to die with the next injection - because I didn't know it was a dream at this point...but then my brother all of a sudden turned into an Incredible Hulk-like figure with green skin and I remember thinking we were all safe because of his strength, and the nightmare part of this dream ended very suddenly.

6/28/02
I dreamed that nana and grandpa were around and I was making them a fruit plate to take to their room. There was a thief going around robbing all the wallets from people.

The next time I was with a crowd of people I realized I could use intuition to sense energy. One person bumped into another in the crowd. Another stepped on a foot.

I realized the energy was off and fled, passing the thief coming in on my way. I had figured out how to prevent people from hurting me.

5/8/99
Everything in my dream was happening in a book at the same time.

I had seen the book, and the heroine was me as a pretty blonde. I was also the younger, chubby preteen sister. The evil hero had started out as a brother in our large family.
He had been born with four arms, and a scene appeared of him with both left arms cut off, looking small and pitiful.

Later on, when he became evil, every feeling he had of being an outcast made him dangerous. He now dressed so that his stumps didn't show, in fact he appeared to have normal arms.

He was sort of a vampire, with an ability to morph into other people in order to fool you. At one point, I thought I had evaded the plot and escaped the book, but he turned up on the tv screen at a slumber party, catching my eye as he morphed out of a woman kissing a man into his evil self. I hid my eyes.

I went and tore up the book and wrote a symbol on it of a circle with an x which represented killing the power in it. The sister had a journey to take; and from looking at the book I knew he would be challenging her on it. She had already met him and kind of found him attractive.

He resembled, at times, different men I'd gone out with. I was living in my old house. This guy came and was making out with me, running his hand a few inches away from my body in order to feel the energy.

aliens
beauty
betrayal
celebrities
children
death
dwellings
food
jealousy
loss
love
paralyzed
performance
shopping
snakes
superpowers
travel
violence
weather
work