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[1]
In a giant room. There are magical performances going on and the last girl is “up.” I am with Troy. The room is cluttered full of items. Her performance INSANELY, with some announcement (or maybe even psychic message or maybe literal message over loudspeaker) that says that this lady’s dance is to combat male-ness — or something along those lines, anyway. It begins with her at the center, pop-and-locking, while a bunch of dudes try and fight her. She is wearing a crop top and baggy pants, like Aaliyah with bad early ‘90s fashion. There is a slow-motion dance move she is doing, and it looks like there is an invisible sphere around her that the enemies cannot penetrate, though I think that’s just an illusion initially. Soon, though, the magic seems to become real and all these crazy objects and happenings begin to happen, and Troy and I are sitting facing it “head-on,” as though she were on a stage in front of us and we are exactly centered in the back of the room watching her… and we begin to wonder aloud how these things are happening and I begin wondering internally if it is only because of our perspective that this magic looks like magic or if it is actually magic. We also wonder if she is making the performance happen. it looks like a three-dimensional animation or rendering or something, not real life; all of the components look rather polished. At this point, many items are magnetized on the ground, and they all begin moving around in a path that she determines — a really complicated path, where every item has their own individual arc and story, like God commanding the lives of each person. At one point, I am on the far side of the room (well actually, I’ve moved diagonally, towards the “front right corner”) and I am near these balloons that she is guiding around on her “magnetic track.” The fascinating thing is that though these objects have a controlled route that they are set on — which magical lady determines — they are also free to be controlled by the other people in the room (again, like God). I find myself drawn to the white balloons, though there are many objects in the room. I hit over and over again one balloon in particular, but find that it always goes back to where it wanted to be and I find this so amusing I giggle. I also hit around a really small white pebble as I’m moving from the front right of the stage to the center middle, where the performer is. But soon, she crumples, and Taraka from Prince Rama emerges from I don’t know where, with really tender energy, and goes to see if she is alright. She is not responsive, and Taraka (or someone) is told to call the performer’s mother. And slowly, everything in the room becomes less magnetized, and it dawns on me that she WAS really controlling everything…

Theater
To dream that you are in a theater signifies your social life. Consider how the performance parallels to situations in your waking life. Observe how the characters relate to you and how they may represent an aspect of yourself. You may be taking on a new role. Alternatively, the dream is a metaphor that you are being too theatrical or too melodramatic. Are you being a dream queen?

Magic
To perform or dream of magic suggests that you need to look at things from a different view or approach your problems from a new angle in order to successfully move forward. Alternatively, magic symbolizes creativity and wonder. Perhaps someone or something has caused you to be in awe. The dream may also be a metaphor that you or someone is “up to some trick”.
To dream of black magic implies that you have obtained your wishes and wants through underhanded tricks. It also symbolizes deception, evil and treachery.

Magician
To see or dream that you are a magician signifies that an issue or a task at hand may be trickier than you had anticipated. You are feeling disillusioned. Alternatively, the dream means that you are trying to fool yourself or someone into believing something that you know is not true.

Magnets
To dream of a magnet, denotes that evil influences will draw you from the path of honor. A woman is probably luring you to ruin. To a woman, this dream foretells that protection and wealth will be showered upon her.
To see a magnet in your dream symbolizes negative forces that are drawing you towards a path of dishonor and ruin. Alternatively, the dream signifies personal empowerment. Some force is bonding or uniting your relationships together. The dream may also be a metaphor for your magnetic personality.

Dancing
Spiritually, dancing has always been taken to represent the rhythm of life. The patterns created are reputed to mirror the patterns of creativity. If space and time are part of one continuum, movement and the flow of dance link the two together. Psychologically, dance can be a reinforcement of freedom of movement, strength and emotion. Ballet in particular portrays an ethereal appreciation of mood; flamenco and other such energetic dancing reflect passion. Dance has always represented freedom and been symbolic of other actions which were necessary for survival. To be dancing in a dream portrays the creation of happiness, feeling at one with the surroundings and possibly getting closer or more intimate with a partner.

Balloon
To see balloons in your dream indicate declining hopes and disappointments in your search for love. A situation in your life will take a turn downward. Balloons also represent arrogance and an inflated opinion of yourself.�If you see black balloons in your dream, then it symbolizes depression, especially if the balloons are descending. To see an ascending balloon in your dream signifies frustrating conditions in your life in which you are seeking to rise above. You are expressing a desire to escape. On a positive note, balloons symbolize celebration and festivities. You need to acknowledge your inner child.
To see a balloon pop in your dream symbolizes an unrealized goal or dream. It may also represent the stresses in your life. The pressure may be starting to be too great for you to bear. To dream that you or someone is blowing up a balloon represents your aspirations, goals and ambitions. You are experiencing renewed hope.

White
White represents purity, perfection, peace, innocence, dignity, cleanliness, awareness, and new beginnings. You may be experiencing a reawakening or have a fresh outlook on life.�Alternatively, white refers to a clean, blank slate. Or it may refer to a cover-up. In Eastern cultures, white is associated with death and mourning.

Pebble
To see a pebble in your dream represents minor difficulties and annoyances in your life. To dream that you are throwing pebbles suggest that you are feeling hurt by the little things that may seem insignificant. It is symbolic of criticism and gossip.
For a young woman to dream of a pebble-strewn walk, she will be vexed with many rivals and find that there are others with charms that attract besides her own. She who dreams of pebbles is selfish and should cultivate leniency towards others’ faults.

Interpretation Of Symbols:
None of these symbols or interpretations really means anything to me… I rarely dream of magic, though, so that’s cool.

[2]
I am walking with four other people through some natural setting with concrete urban-type qualities. it’s a park with really tall hills. Anyway, two of the guys are really into skateboarding or snowboarding, and they begin doing tricks like madness. All of us can kind of do tricks and are kind of interested in those sports, but the three of us are less interested than the other two. The other two decide they don’t even want to stay on the pre-determined route, but are interested in carving out their own, and they scamper off from the urban ruins and into the brown hills. They disappear. The other three of us head towards a grass field, where there is somewhat tall grass and mucky ground. It’s a little gross to walk through but I do it, as I’m no longer interested in skateboarding or snowboarding. It’s also funny we explore that section because there’s really not much going on there, and we can see the end of it (it’s like a square, though I’m not sure what it’s bound in by). Finally, I get the feeling that I’m going to come across a body or something — and I do, and I announce that I’ve found a dead body. only it’s not dead. Upon discovering it comes flooding off a neon-lighted, glowing world of little people doing I don’t even know what. They come tumbling out like exo, Slimer, energy. And the grass becomes flooded over by tons and tons of blue dragonflies, evenly spaced along its surface, dotting it. one of the guys I am with wakes up the fallen girl, who seems perhaps scared of the little men she is exuding? And he tells her that similar things happen to him — or in his family or something — and that in Irish culture such things are regularities, little men dancing around in neon energies… not sure what else happens.

Dragonfly
To see a dragonfly in your dream symbolizes change and regeneration. It may also indicate that something in your life may not appear as it seems. Alternatively, the dream represents instability, flightiness or activity. You are always on the go. To dream that you are eating a dragonfly suggests that you are consumed by some sort of passion even at the risk of offending or hurting other’s feelings.

alex:
i’ve been set loose in some sort of fantasy FPS match. i have my real body — or at least it feels real, anyways… not sure why i think it’s a game. perhaps because the “world” seems human-made even though it is made out of trees and stone. for example, there’s a cave; from far away it resembles a fairly ornate skull of some type. demon-ish. it had a feeling like an artist made it and that it wasn’t nature. in any case, i’m not really sure what the goal of the game is — presumably not to die. the skull is actually a negative depression into the earth, as if it had been molded downwards. its nose and mouth are dark; they were caves of some form. as numerous of the other people/whatevers in this world near me, i start to get worried that they are going to get me because i have a skull pit behind me and some trees in front of me. i can hear people moving through the brush, so i jump down into the skull and enter one of the various holes. at that, i hear the movement above me hasten — as someone runs to the edge to see if they can figure out where i went. so then, whoever is following jumps down, and he’s a kid, like 14. he has a weapon, unlike me; i don’t have anything. but he is stepping into the dark like a noob and my eyes have adjusted, so i just grab his weapon hand and toss him on the ground. he messes with some sort of torch, so i let him continue, and now the place is lit. then i proceed to rob him. he’s loaded! he has all this money and random stuff h had meticulously hidden under his clothes. i’m trying to get him to explain the currency system to me, because all of the coins are crazy-looking and none of them are the same. they’re all like hand-made or something. and i have a LAPTOP; i don’t know why. i think it’s somehow usable, but i don’t know what the benefit is. well, i’m barely done robbing him and kind of considering keeping him along because he’s such a noob, but something else drops into the pit, and whatever it is, it’s SCARY. the kid and i are human, but this thing is some form of monster. but i get the feeling it’s a player, or human-controlled. in any case, we keep quiet, and it leaves. a while later, a different monster comes, but by now it had heard us, so just holding still in the dark will not suffice. it comes on in, and the kid’s loot is all laid out across the ground. as i try to sort through the stuff he has, the kid tosses me two baton-like things. he is like, “we’re cornered; you gotta kill it.” there’s another stick-like thing, and i toss it to him. so the creature comes in and the dream gets even weirder. the creature seems to be paraplegic, but it’s some sort of lizard/dragon-person with red skin and hair like numerous repitilian tails, with cheesy ass metal bands around the tails (some form of decoration). it’s got some form of jerkin on, but then the lower body is like… a hobo cart. and the dragon thingy has a laptop and a stick. so we beat it up or whatever, and rob it. we set off as partners with our new lootz to pwn some others and i wake up.

jeanette:
long ass muthafuckin dream. random part of the dream –- i’m watching this movie or something and basically the whole point of the movie is… you can change your life by changing the way you view life. the movie is tinted with a rose complexion, meaning… if you just take life and its mishaps and add a rosy layer on top, you can be happier and live a happier life. later in the dream (non-related), i enter a movie set on the water and we are spinning on this raft thing. lots of friends and co-workers are on set. eventually, we end up on a floating contraption (huge, steps, different levels, etc.) and secondhand serenade, a local band, is playing a set. long, weird, twisted dream, but i remember music and a scruffy yummy man in the end of the dream.

jenny:
i don’t know what’s up, but i’m having strange dreams. here’s another one:

first scene: i was in a public bathroom and walk out of the stall to see a guy shooting his girlfriend in the head. she’s laying on the ground, but is still talking and is acting like it doesn’t bother her. i’m shocked. she said he had to do it to get “it” out of her. some pink fungus looking stuff is flying out of her head and neck….all over the place. she had a huge-ass tumor on the back of her neck. i politely ask if i can get by and REALLY didn’t want to get any of the pink stuff on me. it was just poison.

second scene: i’m in a foreign country, something that felt like belize, with my friend marie. there’s this mystical house we want to visit so we go there with some guy. the house is empty and we walk around it, but weird things are happening in the kitchen (like cupboards opening/closing) and it definitely feels strange. we quickly leave the house and as we turn back to look at it, we notice lights are on in rooms that we didn’t turn lights on it. this guy who’s with us is really excited about the place and runs back in. we can’t get him to leave and we know that whatever is evil in that house has seduced him into staying.

we go back the next day (not sure WHY) with more people- like a tour of people. it’s daylight outside and it doesn’t feel as frightening, but we definitely don’t want to hang around after dusk. there’s a plant outside our tour guide points out. the leaves are edible and almost too sweet. (vivian’s note: jenny and i are eating this plant and are discussing how it is so sweet it makes you feel like your throat is closing up.)

we go back AGAIN the next day with one girl. she is also seduced by whatever is evil in the house and doesn’t want to leave. we have to drag her out of a darkened room and she says “no… NO! it’s still renewal!” renewal is the term for someone who’s been exposed to the evil but then is put in direct sunlight – it kills whatever was evil. anyway, she has a gross green mold looking thing growing out of her mouth and as we drag her outside, her agitation that it was still daylight turns to happiness when she realizes it’s not daylight and is a full moon instead. she says, “or maybe it’s not renewal” and gives me a creepy smile.

i shove her down a flight of stairs and we take off running through a forest to avoid her.

starting with the next dream, we should try interpreting other people’s dreams 😀 who’s up for it?!

alex:
i had some crazy shit last night with pirates, but i barely remember. there was an entire building in a pirate ship tho, like a resident skyscraper. i think maybe we were caught in the end of the battle. we were sitting in a cement stairwell which had an exit door at the bottom, which went to the building. but as the stairs came up to the surface, it was the wooden deck of the ship. physics need not apply. the pirates were crazy, though. there weren’t many — maybe 3. i killed all of them. we were just enjoying the air on the roof when the first pirate peeked on in and the troubles began. either that, or someone went out and screamed. i don’t remember. either way, i saw them from down there, a that was when i dealt with the pirate. he was weak. it was like fighting a twelve year old. did have weapons, though. as he was chasing something, i decked him, dragged him towards the edge, and kicked him off. then i went back to the stairwell, as if not much had happened.

some girl and i were just leaning on each other, looking up at the sky, but then the next guy was going to throw his sword down at us, and i was like fuck, cause there wasn’t really anywhere to go. but i jumped up and out, and he missed. the first guy had dropped a gun, so i picked it up, but the gun could only shoot once. it was like.. the kind you have to load yourself, and i guess he had it ready already, but i didn’t know how to load it. plus all the stuffz was probably on him and he was drowning right about now. i think if you tipped the gun forward, the bullet would’ve fallen out… is that how guns really were? i wonder. the second guy was not a pirate. he looked like he was in some legit colonial-age military. he wasn’t a pirate, but he was still going to kill. actually, the ball did fall out. i remember. and i grabbed it and mashed it back in there and shot the dude. he was all staggering and shit, and i threw his sword back at him, which sunk into his shoulder. and i don’t remember the rest. cause i didn’t throw him off, i don’t think, but did i really leave a corpse up there? i don’t know.

there was a whole dream… before i went upstairs in this building to discover the pirate oddness. there was something about losing some object repeatedly and being frustrated. i cant really remember, though.

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pwny:
in this dream, i’m eating chicken fried steak with Jazz from the transformers. and i am overwhelmed with the fact that this is the single greatest moment in my life up to that point. i was making sandwiches out of the the CFS, mashed potatoes, and biscuits. a common practice on CFS day.

inspiration: i was 7, and it was the night before chicken fried steak day at school… so i might have been biased.

vivian:
cult takeover. i’m in a house. i want to get out. i am upstairs in one room but then i go across the hall to another room, where i hold hands with an under-aged kid. that’s wrong? but i do it anyway. they (him and others) are watching tv in that room and it is dark. i say i have to be at school, not at this house. but he opens the door, sees his parents are in the hall near the other door talking to some people, and closes the door. i think about leaving through the window in the room that leads to the roof. but i don’t want to do it without my shoes. he plans on leaving through the roof to go downstairs and get me my black leather / plaid etnies. but now suddenly the door he previously opened has a half-circle window in it, and we can see out of it and see if his parents are still there. i guess i’m not supposed to be with him. his parents’re going inside the room across the hall and the other family is walking down the stairs, to the left. a kid lingers outside the other room and i don’t want him to see me, but get impatient and leave anyway. i walk downstairs. on the way, danny noriega heads towards the room i was just in.

downstairs, jeanette’s mom and sherry are there. i open a fridge for food. i think sherry gives me bags of something. the inside of the bags (think thick ziploc-closure type bags, but a lot stronger plastic) has something i enjoy eating. i proceed to eat it. but then i realize that one side of the ouside of the bag is covered with fried baby chicks, aggh. beaks and everything. they’re smattered on that one side so dense that you can’t see the plastic in between them. they are defeathered, of course. a perfect, bumpy interlocking puzzle pile of fried baby chicks. and actually, i have two plastic bags with the chicks on the outside, and now that i realize this, i notice that everything in the kitchen, countertop, and in the fridge are COVERED with these dead fried baby chicks. sick. jeanette’s mom did this, i guess. now i really want to leave. there’s some vague attempt to escape from jeanette’s mom or hide from her (involving me running around, but i don’t remember details). i finally make it outside.

but wait, people are weird outside. like zombies, only i attribute them to being regular people who are just cultish and scary. they walk around like zombies but do not eat peopole. i hop into a car at some point with 4 other people i “know”. some dad driving the car. not mine. well, i guess the car is nearly out of gas? so we want to conserve it. for a while, we rely on the weight of five passengers and just allow the car to roll without pressing on the gas to see how long we might last. we do fairly well. no one seems to bother us in the car and move out of our ways at the last minute. we slowly go through the smaller streets, trying to avoid people. at one point, a big ball of junk rolls by, like a katamari, but we just miss it. but finally, we turn down a narrow street and a big truck is blocking us in with its giant fender that’s sticking out really far.

fast-forward and i’m going to cross the ocean with some people from the house. the ocean has giant greek-like columns sticking out from it, and a narrow banister on which laders, one after another, are resting. there are breaks between the banister. the goal is to cross using just the ladders. everyone goes a bit and we seem to be doing fine but then the people in the front mess up and lose the ladders in the ocean somehow. we didn’t have enough to make it across. so, someone has the idea to use the ladders as crutches and walk to the end. somehow the water is not deep (it’s far below us at the bottom of the very long ladders), but we dare not walk in it for some reason. the banister turns into a table and all these shorter ladders appear so that everyone can find two of matching length with which we can cross the ocean. using the ladders as crutches is surprisingly easy, and we get to the other side. the cult is there. something about an elaborate plan devised by the driver of my car in which everyone has a small part to play. there’s a ceremony. we pretend to be cult members. me and this other guy get to the altar, where this stone book/tablet shaped like a giant p (but with a shorter tail) is, and we start to drum on it. we are playing different beats, like stomp. i assume other people are doing their parts also. not sure how this is supposed to stop the cult, but it does.

before i know it, our group is in a bookstore, having declared victory over the cult. but wait — someone says that there is a sequel, as if that whole cult thing were based on a book. oh no! a sequel! we think. that means the problem’s not eradicated, and interesting, the sequel is written by a different author, meaning what we have learned and expected won’t necessarily be useful next time since everyone has different writing styles and ideas!!