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Ian
I pulled a hair out of my arm, but it was never ending. It just kept going and going. It was not one long piece, but several long pieces that were stuck together from the root of one to the tip of the other. And the sensation from it coming out was really weird. I eventually just cut it because it was never going to end and it was grossing me out.
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jon
I am in a forest clearing, the clearing is like a thin runway strip that goes off into the distance as far as the eye can see in opposite directions. Either side of the clearing is enclosed by dense trees. The trees are all on fire, and there is a storm with high winds blowing smoke, leaves and dirt around in the air. There is a sense of fear or panic, and i notice that there are lots of small animals running past me and between my legs, trying to get away from something. The sense of panic increases.
In the distance i see a man charging towards me, he has an old blunderbuss style gun and is firing shots randomly all over the place like a maniac.
I decide i have to get away
& realise that i am actually a kind of duck or a a goose, and try to fly away down the clearing, but everytime i try, i cant fly properly. I take off and flip upside down, or fly backwards or spin round and i cant get away.
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The last days of summer
I am living in my house in my village but the landscape and nature surrounding the house is different. I now live on a mountain as opposed to a hill and there are huge fields and forests surrounding my house like a north American landscape.
I am living my life as I am in reality but I have reached the conclusion of every action I am making currently and have made in the past year, there is a sense of nearing the end of a journey and an imminent apocalypse (which in my dream is as real as it is metaphorical)
I dream that it is the last days of a warm summer, like the ones I remember in my childhood as opposed to the grey and wet one in recent years.
I have achieved everything I set out to accomplish but at the same time all I am about to suffer for all my mistakes, there is a feeling of hopelessness because the mistakes outweigh the accomplishment.
My fears and my ambitions have collaborated to haunt me and remind me that life is fleeting and consequential.
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Diosgrita
There was a loud cry in the distance.
It sounded like it came from behind the rocks, so I hovered over the sand towards them out of curiosity. I found him by the shore, busy filling buckets of water as if nothing had happened. Confused and intrigued, I asked if he was alright. His round face glistened in the sun as he looked at me surprised. "I'm building a castle for a saint," he replied and wiped his brow. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. Unsure of how to respond to him, I laughed.
He continued filling a variety of buckets with salt water as if I wasn't there. He had this incredible look of desperation as his tired limbs worked vigorously to build the sand sculpture. I couldn't stop watching him. Time passed and his lightly tanned skin slowly began to burn.
The dream skipped forward and his tiny castle stood on a tiny hill with a tiny winding road leading to the shore. I congratulated him with a hug and for a moment I felt my chest tighten. "We must bury it now," he whispered.
We buried the sacred castle while the sun buried its head into the horizon.
Sharks
I wander around this amazing place, it's like a giant zoo for aquatic creatures. There are pools and tanks everywhere. All along the walls and on the floor. The tanks are filled with all sorts of fish and sharks. I'm with a friend and we explore the whole area, occasionally touching the fish. I try to avoid the tanks and pools with sharks in them. Sharks terrify me. We enter a new room that has an enormous pool in it. We both take a step into the room and I immediately fall. For some reason the floor is slippery and slanted and I see myself sliding towards the pool. In the the pool I see hundreds of large, dark shapes that look like sharks. I scream and twist around and try to grab onto something. My friend is gone and I slide into the water.
Honest to god, it's one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. I've had several variations of this dream and I must have dreamt it while I was in grade school, but it has stayed with me.
Anyways I'm in the water and I refuse to look around me as I know something awful is about to happen. I use all my strength and force and try to pull myself up out of the water. Somehow I manage to do it and I get away. I get into a different room and gasp for air and fall on the floor.
A few minutes later I wander into the pool room and once again I slip and fall
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