This is some typical dreams I have.

I will give two examples.

1. Another dream under a Smokey gray and violet sky Posted Date: 27 May 07 Sunday -

 I walked around a dank and dirty wasteland. Everything was dead under a Smokey gray and violet sky. Buildings of great art and splendor lay in ruin. Weapons of all manner lay on the ground. The ground would make crunching noise as you would walk. The fragile bones of those lay where they fought. Shadow would move in and out of these places. Souls seem trapped for all eternity left to wander. A once beautiful world lost to time and some kind of conflict. I came to a square in all the rubble stood a statue of a humanoid woman with one broken wing reaching towards the heavens. It had a plaque of some sort I could not read. It was covered in dead thorny vines. Under it was a skeleton clutching what looked like a child looking up at it. It must have been the last thing they saw. A break though the clouds shined light upon it. It was a beautiful idea to me of mortality. We have just a moment to shine. I noted the shadows where more vast here as they would swirl in the wind. They would whisper in a tongue I could not understand. They would sometimes swirl around me in curiosity. I moved on into ally till I came to a large round building. It lay untouched. Around it stood statues of mythical phantasmal creatures bearing swords. Large dead trees surrounded it. This most have been some sort of holy ground. At first from the outside I took it to be a palace but no it was a temple of some sort. Under an arch was a round container bearing blue colored fire. It burned upon nothing. It was amazing sight in itself. I went though a large triple door into the building. I could see a large altar around it was more causality. I remember the smell was horrid like burnt hair. From ceiling to floor symbols I had never seen and windows that seem to be created to let light shine of this altar. It was built like a large spell. It must have been a place of grand beauty. I could only imagine what this was like in its day. I was caught off guard I felt something tug at me. Startled I turned around and it was small girl. In human standard I say about 4 years old. She was covered in dirt and grime and dust. She was bleeding from her forehead and I could see though her. She also cradled her arm as it was broken. She had a smile on her face and said "I remember." "I stay to remember. They all wanted this place." She looked upward at the ceiling. I was puzzled more then disturbed. I had committed to memory from my dream journal what she said. She went on to say the shadows are the innocent that don't understand but one day they will remember to it depends on how others understand truth and it's purity. She then said. "When we are remembered then we can go on and have joy again. People here forgot to dream and it all ended. No one can own the truth of divine that is in the heart. The soul and the heart are one. One day someone will want us and we will help them remember what is truly important. Please do not forget me or let others forget us to end the pain. No one grieves for the abused. I take the pain of the abused. It's the innocent that pay for the crimes of Greed. I am the spirit of Joy. Help end my pain. "She turned to walk out and I could see that the back of her head was caved in. The building began to crumble and cave in like if it was made of dried plaster and I woke up. I can go for a bit not having another dream like this one………….. While it seems simple enough I think it's more complicated then we think. Perhaps in my twisted journeys of astral or imagination some concepts are universal. I feel tormented for knowing.

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Subject She would give birth to children Posted Date: 29 May 07 Tuesday - 3:13 AM

 I dreamt I was on a large floating rock. You could see water slowly engulf the edges of it. I saw a large floating hourglass with crimson sand falling from the top, Laying at the top of the hour glass was a woman with 6 heads. She was cranking a grinder that was built in the hourglass with her right hand. She would give birth to children she would drop in a grinder that became the endless sand. A man with no head would make love to her in between each action. The left arm would sometimes grab a baby and take it to one of the heads so it could feed. Around the floating rock was clear water with no bottom. Giant black fish with gray eyes would swim around this rock as if they where Waiting for it to sink. I made eye contact with one of the heads. She began to engage me in conversation her first words where. Substance, pleasure or time? Motherhood has a huge price she gasped. None I said. I rather not be a metaphor for existence. She began to laugh…. Then all the heads began to laugh as the headless body made love. Another head said this is our existence yours is the wheel. Mortals move in circles. Yet you're here. What are you trickster? I simple said what came to mind. I am memory. I wait…. I explore to take what needs to be taken. My mortal life is just a fraction of who I am. What I am does not matter. I am searching for others like me. She gnarled with all heads…. We keep from sinking by feeding time. Some have judged us harshly. The Gods have called us abomination. We where made to be here. No choice except in the eyes of the dreamers. The fish hunger for our flesh. We where once on a mountain and we would listen to the song of destiny and sorrow sang by my sister sirens. I am the song of fallen mothers she wailed. I am the anger all forget. I am the depression. I am the forsaken regret. I am the price of lust and servitude. I am the need not needed. We drive unnatural desire. Together we are the daughters of craving. I said "Everything is temporary". If you want to leave this place then stop. I could not help but laugh. They asked what I found so amusing. I said all of this in title and this is all you can do? "There is nothing beyond this they said." I thought deeply about that. Perhaps…..I thought nothing would be Better then this so nothing must be something. At this point one of the heads began to eat upon the another head. Another head began to eat the lover. Most likely they ate his head somewhere along the way anyhow. There hunger could not be contained in there lust in those moments being they could not feed and talk at the same time. The rock began to sink while the fish began to ram the rock. I walked endlessly upon the water and watched the colossal fish tear them apart till I woke.