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Sunday, June 01, 2008

Ghosts

lauren - friend from class

I was trying to go surfing with a random guy with blond dreads and Lauren. Low tide was some time in the evening, but it kept working out so that it was dark by the time we were finnaly able to surf. This happened a couple nights in a row and I was getting frustrated.
There was some kind of war going on. I ran up a huge hill and hid in a glass box with Pika, Almond, Sean, and some other people from my last backpacking trip. I could see the war happening way below us, and it was sort of like this wave of destruction was moving across the landscape, leaving everything destroyed or in flames. There were different stages of this war, and eventually we got to a stage where there were ghosts outside and we had to stay away from them. Sean and I were alone in this glass box now, and it was dark outside and the ghosts were coming. I hung blankets and blinds up around the walls of the box, but Sean said we should leave a little bit uncovered so that we could see the ghosts coming. I decided that this was a good idea, so we left an uncovered spot. We waited, and everything felt very tense. A ghost floated up to the window, and I felt absolutely terrified. All I could do was point it out to Sean, who reached up and hit the side of the box a couple times to scare it away. Another floated up, and I yelled to Sean, who turned around and scared it away. This went on for a while, and eventually all of the ghosts disappeared. It got lighter outside, and someone said it was okay to leave the box now. The only thing we had to worry about were some Lions that were around. I was walking along a dirt road, and started to feel kind of scared, so I decided I should fly to make myself less vulnerable. I pushed off from the ground, and was having some trouble staying up. There was a fat kid with curly hair walking underneath me, and I was afraid he was going to try to grab my feet. I got higher and higher, and started to sing as I flew. I saw my shadow, and I was dressed like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

This a dream of the last war to come. The veil with the dead will fall and it is described in this dream!

November 03, 2012 4:45 AM  

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