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Wednesday, January 30, 2019

A Ghost Of The Times

Dream 1.29.2019




My father, sister, and brother-in-law have created or discovered a portal. I'm led to believe this is a time portal that will allow me to visit my past and future. When I enter the entrance, I suddenly find myself in another city. I know that I am not on earth, but this world isn't much different than my own. The city seems empty. It crosses my mind that I am in a simulation, like "The Matrix," made to believe that what I am seeing is real when it assuredly is not.

In this reality, it is unlawful for a laborer to talk to an upperclassman/woman. I walk through the empty city. As I walk, I look at the buildings. In part, they look real but in another way, computerized. In a tall building, I start talking loudly about penises. I am electrocuted with a taser and forcefully removed from the premises.

I stand on the roof of the building opposite where I was assaulted. A woman with me starts throwing bombs toward the building. When they hit the ground, she uses a detonator to cause an explosion. She was wronged too.

Education works differently here, as well. Instead of a child going to a school to learn, they spend the day in a specific house where the owners of the house teach them. Many kids are in the same house. I enter one home where I come across three rows of metal folding chairs. Fifteen or more Asian students are propped up in their chairs. I realize right away that none are moving. They are dead.

The strange people in this house show me their dead ancestors who are ghosts. The ghosts stand in a line. As I tap each one, they float away. The last one has a white face similar to the Rhinegeist logo with black, raven hair and dark eyes. I tap, but it refuses to move. It stays in my mind and never lets me go. Dream ends.

I wake up

Thursday, January 24, 2019

My Cup Runneth Over

Dream 1.23.2019




       I walk through the halls of my old church in Anderson, Indiana. The church is small, but it feels like home to me. I walk through twisted hallways to a different part of the church, an area in which I've never been. At the end of the long hall, I find another church. This one is much bigger, and the seats are filled with those who believe and those who don't.

       I walk up to an upper balcony that is more of a dining area where one can still experience the service, but rather in a more casual manner. I meet two of my friends. One person is called Jordan, and the other has no name. They ask me to bring them a drink. Jordan wants a drink called Runescape. And the man with no name wants four Mountain Dews. I go and retrieve for them the beverages. Dream ends.

I wake up