My friend and I were informed of our best friend's death by a teacher or one of our parents. Stunned and angry, we locked ourselves in my bedroom and tacitly reached for my Led Zeppelin record with Stairway to Heaven on it, as it was our late friend's absolute favorite song. After turning the volume to an excessive level, we sat down facing each other with open mouths and wet cheeks. The music began, and filled the room.

But someone began to knock on the door. "Let me in!" they shouted over the music. "It'll be okay!" This made us furious. We wanted a moment to think of our friend, alone. We didn't want to see the outside world. So we cranked up the music, and the knocking was drowned. We cranked it up so loud I could feel it vibrating against my ears. But the knocking grew louder too. "FUCK OFF!!!!" we shouted, tears pouring from our eyes. "FUCK OFF!!!" And as the tone of the song rose higher, we turned the music up as far as it would go.

The room was shaking, and the knocking couldn't be heard anymore. But it came back.
"FUCK OFF!!!!"
"Let me in!"
And as we wind on down the road...
"Please!" I screamed, sobbing. "Will you just fuck off!"
Somehow the person on the other side of the door came in through the back of the room, and ran to the stereo. "No!" we yelled, panicing that he would turn off the music. Our friend's music. And indeed he tried. But when he turned off the machine the music still blared. He even ran away with the stereo so we could not listen to it, but the music still played just as loudly as if the stereo was with us. It was as if our friend lived on.

It burned blue with silver lightning streaks?" Yes! "And . . . .my hat--I'm not quite sure what brought this one because my alarm clock after I spook them there are two huge spiderwebs in my heart sink as I watched. She didn't even think there are only two cars... I got to one of their bags under a ladder to get me without a fight!"; but it's too late, it falls through the armor speaker. "So, you want to think about these things, to get punched. I've had this dream into another." transition -- Now I know Rachel (whom I have reached Lily Tomlin characters. the party to whom I think I was knocked unconscious. I vaguely remember seeing another medic, I couldn't move at all. And then I'm giving someone a blow job like my conceptual image of my friends that Shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't have done that, being a woman - had bought that car until I was knocked unconscious. I vaguely remember seeing some old man wielding a scythe, came at me to strangle me.

The scribe had said that she won't punish them, and I didn't care that he's getting my pants dirty. Now the man and I didn't want to die. My lips were there and it freaks me out for mere seconds at this nebulous navel, I realize there is not my girlfriend, lessaGenery. We pass the delapidated ruins of the house - i have such cute quills too... pain, i'm floating, my head and suddenly one of those cardboard things from the street. They had been in my travels on earth. They had no noisy deliveries. Okay, I might add - I found out i was a much deeper story going on at night, and so was another one they start getting up to applaud *him* in the turret field. The head of the bullets didnt even scratch its surface opened. The woman whose child I almost cried. No shit: lying in distress. The bird must have died made Brannon sad and he walks towards the stage, so everyone could rub shoulders with him. I looked at the last dream I had done another skip from track to road to grass to track again, and a mirror.

A girl walked into a ringlet of green stuff, presumably radiation. It hit the one in the air against a crashing wave wall in some sort of entrance road that could have beaten the tanks too. He had this silly grin on his nametag, rush towards me and rarely, occasionally I can remember, later on I dreamt about making new nodes, but now the cats decide to switch seats. I pull over too, my friend gets her Mocha. My uncle comes up to me and stop fighting. "You can't ruin the release I was about forty. She was there, along with the large rock upon which I thought I was about to have, Scaramouche." There was some water in the turret was at the telephone number, the bastard is saying, "Or you could see was the screen, and all the radios suddenly started up with Ben, and he put his hand back and managed to get back in control (As much control as a recurring dream) like I was a war against a staircase, which breaked from the phone with Pete, he was an insane feeling, and unlike most "nightmares" I have, it wasn't at all like the real thing.


A Christmas morning execution of the Jung-Markov Collective Dream Constructor. $ndream = 75
I found myself in the middle of London although it looked and felt like downtown Dallas. I wandered around a bit came to a wide road which bordered a huge, perfectly square lake on the edge of downtown. Looking out over the lake it was perfectly flat, no waves. As I stared at the lake, I heard a crash and turned to see a young man lying on the pavement in the middle of the road. People gathered all around and stared - apparently he had been hit by someone on a moped. I walked towards him and saw that blood was flowing from his cracked skull onto the roadway but he had an evil grin on his face and his eyes were open and staring at me. Just as my eyes met his, I felt my soul start spinning and was suddenly sucked out the back of my head through what seemed like a very thin straw.

With a pop I snapped back into conciousness and I was in the body of a skinny Japanese man who was running full bore through the living room of an Oriental home. In my left arm I was carrying a black plastic bag which was extremely heavy. I could see through his eyes, but could not control his body in any way, it was as if I was a secondary conciousness. He continued to run through the house and into an alleyway. We were definitely in some Japanese ghetto and we were running from something... We dove into another doorway and through another home, and another, and another..... Finally we jumped through a door and entered a home which looked abandoned and had dark burns on the walls. On the floor were children's toys - singed teddy bears and melted multi-colored plastic. I lingered here, but the man kept running and I was pulled along with him.

After exiting this last home we found ourselves in the most beautiful Japanese garden I have ever seen. The grass was almost too green to look at and there were tall bamboo shoots huddled near the gnarled fence at the back of the garden, which was about fifty yards away. We began to sprint for the fence and a small ditch just before it when we heard a yelp from behind and turned to look - a police officer had found us! He began to run towards us and we stood petrified. Suddenly the officer stopped in front of an outdoor shower, similar to those seen at beaches, disrobed and began to bathe. Stupified, we walked to the back fence and looked into the shallow, grassy ditch.

In the ditch there lay a large plastic object that looked like a swimming pool filter of some kind. On the side there was a hatch and a handle. Dropping the bag next to it, we opened the hatch slowly and peered inside. It appeared to be empty. We then picked up the bag we were carrying, which now I could tell was a black body bag that contained a small child, and pushed the bag through the opening. Slamming the hatch behind it, we stepped back and listened as the machine began making horrific grinding noises like a coffee grinder.

My soul spun inside the oriental man and I was again sucked out of the back of his head through another tiny straw...

At this point I woke up in sweats because this was really the most realistic dream I've ever had.... I could swear I had actually traveled to these places and been somewhere other than my bed that night. Who the hell knows? It was a good experience though.

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