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Dreaming; Night of
June 23, 1985 |
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7:57 |
3I was at some sort of celebration with about 1500-3000 other young people. I was amongst the oldest, and it appeared that we were celebrating our graduation—not from high school but from an extensive apprenticeship in the magical arts. We were required to all join arms. I suspect some strong spell was at play here, because this allowed each of us (I assume, based on my own experience) to find our most suitable partner. Mine was a girl in a black silk-satin robe. I was the only other person wearing such a robe—mine was flame orange—and these robes apparently symbolized power of the highest order. Some things happened, and then the group (as the world's defenders) was attacked by some supremely powerful dark beast-lord. I was the final hope of the world against this terror. Quite frightened myself, I experienced a feeling of deja vu. I remembered having done this before and having emerged victorious. I knew that I needed to locate the cylindrical weapon that I'd used before, so I was about to set out to look for it when I suddenly became aware that I was dreaming. This was a great relief to me, as I now had no reason to fear the evil being with whom I must clash. I was so wrapped up in and entertained by the plot of the dream, however, that I decided to use my lucidity to keep myself from waking myself out of fear. A bit more and then I woke up. (A-) |
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