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Rachael:
Dreams... Before AARC, I didn't dream very much. My life was very full, and I was very busy. I fell asleep each night and woke up new the next morning. But in AARC I started dreaming for the first time since I was a kid. I would have these crazy vivid dreams. Most of the time there wasn't much of a plot, I just dreamt of colour. I remember this dream where everything was brilliant green - lush, alive and healthy green. I was in a rain forest way up in the trees. I couldn't see the ground and I was walking along these planks that made up walk-ways between the trees. I was alone - no one else at all. It was dead silent. I just drank up the colour. It made me feel stronger. If any of you ever played Riven (after Myst), it was kind of like parts of that, except higher and greener - but that same feeling of complete solitude and it wasn't negative in the slightest. It kept me alive a bit longer.

Another dream I had was this apocalyptic red dream. Everything was this crimson red. Deep, full and powerfully ominous. I was the only person left - all around me was wreckage and the remnants of humans. I was in a hospital-type setting about 20 stories up but with the walls blown open, so I was looking out into this destroyed landscape. I could see for miles in every direction, and everything was ruined. But, again, it wasn't at all negative. I was alone and everything else was dead. But I didn't mind - I felt peaceful and awed.

Finally, I had this bizarre dream where my mother and I were in a vast concert hall. We were on stage and we were alone. She had a glass violin and I had a glass piano. We played such beautiful music, but we weren't able to talk to or look at each other. I remember how the music felt and the sadness of it. But I couldn't remember how exactly it went when I woke up. Everything was in high contrast black and white - I'd never had a black and white dream before. It was terribly sad and lonely.

Che Gookin:
Every now and then I have a real humdinger of a dream. I was standing in my nightly site with my group doing a stage advancement ceremony. Our nightly site was special in the sense that we jazzed it up a little extra special. Meaning we hauled a huge rock slab out of the woods and used it to make a small altar in the middle that we painted red and built the ceremony fires on.

Anyway in the dream I was standing there frozen and I couldn't move. One by one each of the kids was snatched away by some big assed thing from the woods. Still not sure what was doing the grabbing, but I imagine it wasn't taking the kids out for a cup of tea. I base this assumption on the fact that I can hear them screaming for help in my dream. The fear, anger, and desperation builds through out the dream as one by one the thing that does the snatching works its way around the circle towards me.

The ceremony site is surrounded by a mist to I can only see glimpses of a what appears to be a charnel house like motif sorta thing going on here and there. Little pieces of flesh and blood splattered all over the place.

Apparently I've woken my neighbors up yelling and screaming from this dream before. I'm hoping one day I'll have the dream and I'll be armed with a 12 gauge shotgun with a box or two of double o buckshot.

Rachael:
Here's another one from AARC:

I was sick in some way, and I knew I was going to die. I felt myself dying, it was kind of like when you get so hungry that the feeling of hunger goes away - that emptiness. I became emptier and... more clean, if that makes sense. Eventually, I felt myself leave my body, and I felt the way my body fought to hold on and then reluctantly let go. I watched my body still and lifeless, and I felt nothing. I was all alone up till this point in the dream and I had died lonely. I then wanted to tell someone that I was dead. So I went out to try to find someone who cared about me and let them know. I found several of my closest friends and tried to make them know, but no one paid any attention, and they never even mentioned my name. Weeks passed, and my body started to turn into dust. Still, no one noticed, and no one did anything. I just followed people around who no longer thought of me and simply didn't care. It was an odd feeling, but I was too distant to feel sad. Then the part of me that was left still thinking, conscious and moving around started to disappear. I watched first my legs, then my arms and torso and finally my head just vanished. Then I was no more. And the world was an empty stage.

Rachael:
Btw, anonymous guest poster. I've seen a bunch of what you've been writing lately and you've been making me think lots about stuff I spend a lot of time trying to forget. If you ever want to talk, PM me or message me or something.

Gmail and yahoo IM: asymptote.friday

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