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Tuesday, November 7th, 2006

Posted by:rkfong.
Time:12:18 am.
caught another's germ
innate from golden thistles
made of barley seed
arose a tulip surprize
found for only twelve shillings
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Tuesday, February 7th, 2006

Subject:The Dreamsbox & Sinsbox Projects | share dreams and sins
Posted by:jennychapman.
Time:9:22 pm.
Mood: bouncy.
Hey all,

I was on blinklist and saw the following article about dreamsbox.com and sinsbox.com. Since its revelant to this community, I thought I would share it:

"2 documentation projects emerged this month to spearhead a new push in the Web 2.0 era for simplicity. The Dreamsbox (http://www.dreamsbox.com) Project seeks to document the world's dreams, allowing for anonymous posting of dreams along with the creations of free personal dream diaries. The Sinsbox Project (http://www.sinsbox.com) seeks to document sins and secrets, allowing for anonymous confessions and submissions of expressional art. Both projects allow for a unique rating system..."

Both projects are actually pretty addictive and fun. I love the fact that they're simple to use but their design kinda suck and sinsbox.comis a bit too dark and scandalous for me but nonetheless i'm addicted. As it turns out the guy who started the 2 projects went to school with me back in the days! Now I guess he's an internet junkie. haha! Anyways, please spread words about these 2 projects to friends and family if you can through word of mouth or through your own postings. In general, I just think that these two projects are very decent in terms of what they're trying to do. Read the "about" page to learn how cool these people are.

~jen
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Saturday, December 17th, 2005

Posted by:tramp_o_line.
Time:4:35 am.
he dreamt his canine teeth fell out.

interpretations are welcome.
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Tuesday, June 17th, 2003

Posted by:ohsothug.
Time:11:24 pm.
Mood: curious.
I had this really weird dream a few nights ago; it was almost like a dream inside of a dream, or an OBE..or something, what made it weird was the realisticness. I really don't know, maybe I could get an interpretation. Anyways, I dreamt that I knew my [dead] grandmother was around, and I was asking her questions, but she didn't really talk in answers, she just rang a bell.. and it was rather weird. And the dream setting, well there really was none, but I saw a couple stars. I "wake up", I'm not really awake, but in my dream I am; I had gotten up from my bed and I see the stars on my bed, as little objects. Then I start spinning around my room incredibly fast, and I wake up by, what it felt like, a huge pound in my heart. It was kind of freaky because unlike my other dreams I totally remembered every bit of it. So yeah.. any weird explinations are welcome.
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Tuesday, October 1st, 2002

Subject:help
Posted by:fadedglamour.
Time:4:47 pm.
Hi, I am new and was wondering if anyone could halp me with this dream I had a few dyas ago.
I was moving into a shared house but was taken to the wrong one and moved in there. My housemates and I knew that I wasn't meant to be there but no one ever said anything and then things became more sinister. I think I was being made to stay in the house beacause next I was running away.
The strangest part is that I was running across the motorway chasing my 'words' these were small dark sqaure pictures ( I don't know what of) that were rolling away from me as I ran after them. In my dream I was actually struck dumb as I tried to get cars to stop and help me get my wors back but my mouth couldn't make a sound.
Does anyone have any idea about symbolism? Friends have said that it could be my fear of losing my foreign languages or perhaps my frusrtation at not being able to articulate myself properly.

If anyone could shed some light I would be very grateful.
thanks xx
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Tuesday, July 30th, 2002

Subject:Astral-Projection
Posted by:xpunkdennisx.
Time:7:15 pm.
Whats the easiest way to pop out?

just need help, or some info, i can pop out unconciously sometimes but never quite on purpose.
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Friday, July 26th, 2002

Posted by:chinadolls.
Time:5:17 pm.
I've been having this same dream over and over for awhile and then i remembered that i was joined to this community so i thought i might ask.

does anyone know what it means that i keep dreaming of the end of the world? it is always something from space crashing down and burrying the earth in water and all of us drowning. i never see the world actually end though. we all know it's going to happen but the dream never really finishes. i always wake up.

any ideas? it would be appreciated!

xox
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Friday, May 31st, 2002

Posted by:esthete.
Time:1:10 pm.
Does anyone read this anymore or should I delete the community?
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Tuesday, May 21st, 2002

Posted by:esthete.
Time:12:31 pm.
i was late to work because i was being held hostage by a dream. it was the same garden that is in the majority of my dreams except this times all the fountains were spilling music like water and i could see it, see the notes and the fluxations. as ever it was lush and green as eden. many things were changed though. i was walking in the garden and a little girl came up to me. she had blue eyes and the palest of blonde hair and was tiny dressed in white with gold fingernails and climbing up trees and picking and eating pommegranates and other fruit. i came to her and i asked her who she was. she replied, "i am yours." i feel shivers running up and down my body, and i opened my eyes and saw the outline of my bedroom and for a moment the dream almost broke. i stoop down to talk to her eyelevel and i ask her what her name is and she tells me and lets me pick her up, and i am confused because that was never a name that came to mind when i think about names for a child. i start spinning her around and listening to her laugh and realizing that she looks exactly like my baby sister did when we were growing up. we sit by the fountain and i ask her how old she is and she holds four fingers up.. i hold her and the dream shifts.
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Monday, May 13th, 2002

Posted by:esthete.
Time:2:30 pm.
Last night I dreamed that all my skin was rubbed off with a cheese grater.
I don't even want to know what that would translate out to.
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Monday, April 22nd, 2002

Posted by:rellen.
Time:3:28 am.
Dreams last night were many and strange.
First dream I remember anything of was one of those ¨crush¨dreams of mine. It was Z. Mac and I were about to go joggin when Z came up and I stopped to chat with him. I kissed him on the cheek before he left and aghain on the lips (ever so briefly) when I realized he liked it/wanted more. Of course Mac was standing right there and he saw this. I felt a strange kind of guilt, very subtle, mostly exhilirated. In the dream, I felt it was justifiable though it never would have been in real life. At this point the alarm went off and I was awakened. I had this vision of A´s facr and name being exploded, ¨X¨ed out, etc, and it occured to me that, in the same way that Eric had helped me get over Adam, maybe Z could help me get over A. It´s been four years and A still haunts me. Infidelity is not the answer, but a tempting choice indeed
The last one (of which I remember the most). I was not me in this dream, but a tall, not very attractive blonde. My man was this overweight black-haired guy (with glasses?) In the beginning we were young, early twenties or so and there were others in our group. We were a bunch of renegade writers who experimented A LOT with drugs and sex. We had this lonesome chair called the Rebound Chair. It was both a privelidge and a punishment, meant for those who had indulged to much thereby using up their creative juices. It was a place to revive them. For some reason the group got split up, some of us even went to prison. I didnj´t but my partner did. The name took on an almost prophetic quality at this point because we were all going to ¨rebound¨, reform our group and be even more influential than we had been. The first thing we had to do was rescue our associates from prison. In the dream, prisons were corporate owned and managed, and being but harmelss intellectuals that this particular prison housed it seemed to have great amenities. The architecture was elegant and maze-like, a tall building. You wouldn´t know it was a prison to look at it, nor to enter. At some point I was back in the old apartment (this horrible rundown shack in the middle of some great urban center, Chicago maybe) and I was being questioned by some guy (our arch-nemesis?) about the rebound chair. He was insulting it in some way, but I defended it. Anyway, back to the prison. Me and my associates had met up and planned our break in and out. This part being ommitted from dream detail. But from the filtration to the encounter with my partner all was very detailed )though not so well remembered). On the first floor there were a lot of people working on computers with earphones on. They were so intent on their work it was easy to sneak past them to the elevators. Of course the cameras caught us and the Man in Charge was alerted to our presence (and somehow we came to know that he knew) and it became a game of cat and mouse. Many got threated with guns, but I was the best sneak and had diverged from our plan when things started going downhill. The Man in Charge finally caught up with me just as I had locked myself in the bathroom that shared a wall with my partner´s bathroom. He was questioning me, but I don´t really remember about what; I only remember what I said. I said ¨you really wanna know how I got here? how I pulled this whole thing off?¨He did of course (or so I thought, I prob´ly answered him before he had a chance to reply, I don´t remember) I just alternated up, down, up down, and then left, right, left, right. It seemed so simple in the dream, evading the enemy. Then I asked him ¨do you know what´s in here?¨and he said ¨what, a bathroom, right?¨and I said ¨yup¨and slipped ionto the shower where I found I didnçt have to break down any walls because I was able to make them rotate, giving me direct passage into my partner´s ¨cell¨. I don´t remember our escape, but I´m sure we made it.
Night before last dreams:
Really all I remember is that I got to pet summerkitty. It was very relaxing. I sure miss him.
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Thursday, April 18th, 2002

Subject:dreams last night- most bizarre
Posted by:rellen.
Time:7:52 pm.
Mood: cold.
I was a ghost. I had led an awful corrupt life. I had done some horrible thing, which at one point were listed out to me in the dream by some bodiless entity (none of which I´ve ever actually done). (Could I have been in purgatory, limbo?) Mac was there too, so was Keih. We lived in this house, Mac and I. I wish I could describe the space as spaces are very important to me in my dreams, but alas. Keith had come over to visit. He was freaked out, all paranoid, perma-tip. There was a truckload of stuff, some shipment that we kept talking about. He was tinkering with this truck. It wasn´t ours but it was at our house and he was somehow obligated to fix it. He left. I watched him surreptitiously from the kitchen window. He was so paranoid that every few seconds he would look back over his shoulder. I was afrid he would see me watching him through the window and get mad, so I was crouching down reall low, until finally I was on the floor and I couldn´t see him anymore, but I knew he was appraoching the house, that he had seen me and was freaked out about it. I tried to sliink out of the room. I don´t remember if I succeeded or what. At some point either before or after this some other bodiless voice had made a prophecy about my hostly fate, which turned out to be consequently a summary of the thing to come in my dream. The prophecy had something to doo with me getting trapped in a room and being lonely and going crazy until I found solice in ¨Someone immensely important¨(this isn´t an exact quote mind you, this person had some other tag-description öne true friend¨, ¨only person who could make it right¨¨or something like that). So I remeber we were at some friends house. I think they were watching a movie in the next room and I had to go to the bathroom. It was rose-colored and I knew as soon as I entered it that this was the fateful room of the prophecy. The door slammed sht and I began wailing (at this point Mac heard me next to him in sleep and tried to make sure I was alright, but I was able to return to the dream scene without to much trouble). No one in the next room could hear me. I seemed to be isolated from the world. It felt like an eternity I was in there. Days and nights seemed to pass like mere seconds. I stopped wailing in anquish eventually and started pacing. I think I probably did some spacial rearranging: taking down the shower curtain, etc. Then I found this mirror on the wall where I could sit and look into it. It was me reflected back of course, but not actually. I was old, vaguely resembling the human form of the young/old girl in Shakira. I began talking to myself in the mirror and the image in the mirror would talk back to me. (Fulfillment of the other half of the prophecy?)
A second dream:
We were at the house here in Puebla and Mac was on the phone with his mom. The señora came in and asked him ever so sweatly if she could sue the phone, she needed to call her mom and would that be a problem. I was standing right by and I replied... yes, actually it would be a problem because this was our last phone ard and we wouldn´t be able to use it again after we hung up. And so very brat-like she stammered... I have to call my mom allright!? And I called her a ¨perra¨and some other names beside. (All of this was taking place mostly in English and I accused her of always knowing English). I had hidden behind the fireplace that´s in the center of the living room and she asked, indignant ¨who said such obscenities?!¨ ¨Who do you think?¨I asked
The end of my memory
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Tuesday, April 16th, 2002

Posted by:rellen.
Time:8:47 am.
Mood: pensive.
Last night I saw the moon, just a sliver. Must be waxing again.
I had two dreams that I remember. In the first Mac and I were trying to get to a movie, but we stopped by to visit some friends before hand. We had a lot of luggage with us and needed a place to store it, so we thought we´d ask our friends to keep it while we went to the movie.But these friends of ours lived in this weird one-story tenement housing complex. It was extremely crowded, poulated mostly with hippies and bohemians and our friends didn´t even have their own room. They shared a space with some others. There was only one kitchen to the whole place. To have your own room simply meant this cubby-hole-like space in the wall. They were stacked on tp of eachother like walled bunk beds, except the front wasn´t walled but was open to the outside air and a kind of dirty courtyard. Our friend were on the waiting list for their own room and when we came back to get our things they had already moved in. Someone had managed to set up a TV outside so that everyone in that column of the ¨house¨could sit on their bunks and watch TV. Trying to get our stuff back was quite an ordeal. They had stowed it in a locker that was close to their new room on the far side of the complex. They were insisting that we pay them and this other friend of theirs for holding it for us, just a couple o´bucks they said. So we gave our friends some money and then started haggling with their friend. We were dealing in Mexican currency. At first we almost gave him 200 (=$20), but then we gave him 5 five-peso coins in exchange for a twenty-peso coin (with a different design on it that I haven´t seen) and then we gave him two more 5-coins (about $1.50). At some point my friend Dylan from HS showed up and started frantically writing in his notebook. I managed to peer over and see what he was writing and he was ranting and logically attempting to prove that it´s always better to pursue what you want, to do what you want. He was writing in all caps and taking up two lines for each lett - big writing, and he was retracing the words, scrawling over them to make them darker. The dream changed... vague rememberence of hotels and creepy old man trying to cheat us or something...
Of the second dream I only remeber a tiny part. I was walking down the street and this Mexican student (about my age, I suppose) looks at me askew and I back at him. I think not much of it and we keep walking in our respective directions (more or less opposite) and then he comes running up to me shouting for me to wait. He wants to ask me something. In faltering English he asks me what ¨Janey¨means (from the Aerosmith song ¨Janey´s got a gun¨). I answer him in faltering English and Spanish (not knowing which would be better for him to understand) ¨It´s a name like.... un nombre... Juanita... significa Juanita...¨I went on to try to explain to him the meaning of the song, but unsuccessfully so. He started looking at me askew again said a quick thanks and walked away.
*I woke up twice this morning to La Ley´s unplugged album. First around 6 when Mac got up to go to work and then again at 8 when I got up to go to school. I now associate my HS friend with the first two songs off this album. It´s been four years since our trip on the bus and I haven´t seen him since then more or less. I wonder how he is...
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Monday, April 15th, 2002

Subject:WOMEN ONLY
Posted by:rellen.
Time:2:15 pm.
Don{t mean to be sexist, but this post is for women only. Men can read it, surely, but I doubt they{ll be able to respond ;)

I was just wondering of any of you experience more vivid dreams at a certain point in your cycle. For me my dreams seem more lucid (and remembered) in the week or two before my period and sometimes during, but afterwards I{ll be damned if I can remember details from dreams, just a fleeting feeling and perhaps associated emotional state. I wonder how much it has to do with moon cycles. Any thoughts?
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Thursday, April 11th, 2002

Subject:introductory salutations
Posted by:rellen.
Time:11:22 am.
Im so glad to have found this community! I was going to start one myself if there wasnt one like this. Ive had a couple of strange and disturbing dreams recently, but I prefer to share when they are fresh on my mind.Im very excited about the idea of mutually sharing dreams and interpretations, getting to know people through our unconcious. I will begin posting dreams as soon as I have another memorable one, but for now I have a question that has baffled me for years... maybe you have some insight

A few years back I had an incredibly vivid dream. Several months later a friend I hardly knew called me from his home (in another city) and shared this crazy dream he had that I was in. He described my dream scene for scene with just a couple of subtle differences. I was very chilled by this experience (still am, I get goosebumps just thinking about it) and have wondered ever since what this could mean. I havent spoken with this friend since and Ive never, to my knowledge, shareda dream in this way with anyone since.

So, waht do you think it means? Ive often wanted to get back ni touch with thtis friend, just to see (what I dunno), but I wouldnt know how to begin to find him.
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Monday, April 8th, 2002

Posted by:esthete.
Time:12:54 pm.
Does anyone know what natural supplements besides Kava Kava and 5-HTP can enhance lucid dreaming?
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Monday, March 25th, 2002

Posted by:esthete.
Time:8:16 am.
the past 2 nights
i've woken up crying and i can't remember a shred of what my dreams are about.

perhaps it's better that way.
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Sunday, March 17th, 2002

Subject:new&dream
Posted by:sharachan.
Time:8:34 am.
Mood: thoughtful.
Hi all, i'm new here, and i had this weird dream last night, that i was hoping someone could help me understand because i dont know anything about analyzing dreams.

there was some weird blonde tall lady in my house, she like, made hair care products or something

and i cant remember why, but i hated this woman for something and i kept trying to kill her or at least hurt her in my dream

and then i found out she tested her hair care products on animals and i totally freeked and hunted her down and cornered her in my dad's bedroom, and then my mom's voice called out of the bathroom "I'm scared of you, sara!" and i realized she'd locked herself in there to get awy from me

and then i woke up.

but its weird cause my parents dont even live together. there's no reason my mom would be here and locked inside my dad's bathroom. and my dad not be here. and this blond lady do be here. and i dont know who she was just that she made some hair care product.
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Sunday, March 3rd, 2002

Posted by:chinadolls.
Time:5:48 pm.

What does it mean when you have the same dream every night? What if the dream continues on occurring over a months time? I really am puzzled by this and any help would be appreciated!

xox
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Saturday, March 2nd, 2002

Posted by:rkfong.
Time:11:39 am.
Mood: contemplative.
well last night was an interesting night. it made for a contemplative dream. it was really funny, I had a question in my mind and instead of allowing myself to come up with the answer I apparently found it more proper in my dream to have ben tell me my intelligent answer. This is how it goes. "...I mean every time I'm with you you're always on your cell phone talking to someone, or off running somewhere. It seems as if there is no one special in your life. You have too many things and too many people distracting your time from the ones that are most important in your life." There was a little bit more but that's just for me to know hehe.
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