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This is my unedited dream log. Things in the log don't necesarily reflect my conscious thoughts or beliefs (as it comes from my unedited subconscious). **IT CONTAINS SECTIONS OF STRONG GRAPHIC VIOLENCE OR SEXUAL CONTENT, SO PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED.** Thank you for your consideration.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Finding the Path

11/01/07 - Thursday Night

The first dream I remember was a sex dream, but I don't remember anything but a few bits. Thus I combined the two dreams together, although they were indeed seperate. Don't remember the specifics of the sex dream, but I remember seeing a picture of her on what I believe to have been a drivers license. She was a young black woman with long wavy hair (possibly extensions). I clearly saw her name, but could not recall it upon waking. I think it started with an "S."

Next, I was back in high school, but at the age I am now (34). I was trying to conceal my true age from the younger kids around me. Walking around, I passed through the cafateria, and then into the kitchen. The halls wound around on themselves like a maze, and I quickly became lost. I started walking into various classes, but these were not the typical type of classes one would find in a high school. One class was constructing props for stage and television, and I remember a giant plaster / Styrofoam head sitting in the middle of the room. I passed from that room into another room, where they were putting together some type of small passenger jet (similar to those made where I work). For some reason I was hiding behind it, up against the wall, hoping not to be seen (or possibly caught). A male teacher (or authority figure) approached and asked me what I was doing. I told him I was lost and trying to find my way out. He pointed me to a door. Next thing I know, I'm standing outside, on the slope of a hill. It's a sunny day, and I'm next to a lake. The grass is lush and green. In the air is what appears to be an F-22 Raptor. It's doing pretty close to 90 degree turns in the sky, the equivalent of air doughnuts. Next, the jet dove towards the water. As it closed distance, it's wings swept back. It plunged 20 or so feet under the lake, then immediately surfaced again, carried out of the water again by it's forward momentum. When it popped back up, it began to hover just above the lake. It then hovered over to a small island and landed.

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