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I went on a motorcycle ride with my boyfriend. We passed my old megachurch. He drove his bike in and up and down the wide steps going down to the sanctuary. I rode in after him, but no one noticed me. I left just as the crowd was getting out of some sort of youth rally. I found the way out by some evangelistic guy untangling some cables. One cable led to a pit with refreshments in it. You got tokens depending on how fast or slow you found your way down there. Each token was worth a beer or refreshment of some sort. They had a huge grapefruit that had all kinds of fruits and interesting jello-like stuff. Several people helped me eat it. I asked after my boyfriend and they said they had kicked him out of the church for hotdogging inside.

We reconnected and left the church. In a city block, I lost him behind me and pulled to the side to wait for him to catch up. When he caught up, we went over a bridge. We ended up walking in the rafters of the bridge. I lost my boyfriend again and was trying to climb up on the bridge via the cables. A boatman corrected me and said he would rather I not climb there and gave me directions for a safer way up. I ran into my boyfriend in a stairwell. He was naked and we had intercourse... even though I was fully clothed and had a winter coat on! In our moment of intimacy, there were two cats above us watching. One had brilliant turquoise eyes. Not an eye color I've ever seen in a cat before. During the act he told me that while he was gone, he was going back and forth to an elementary school where he had found a 5-year-old girl. I asked him why he was so interested in the 5-year-old and he confessed to me he was molesting her. I spent the rest of the dream trying to convince him that he had ruined the girl's life. He just couldn't see it. I asked him to go see my therapist, Max. That's when I woke up.

Last night I dreamed of crucifixes a couple of times. The most memorable was of a walking stick sized crucifix that had Jesus upside down on the cross. I turned it over to put Jesus up the right way and no matter which way I turned it... Jesus was upside down. It was so disturbing that I tried to throw the crucifix like a javelin out the window ... far far away. It landed on the ground and I found myself shouting to people below not to touch it... that it was evil.

My dreams from last night are a little hard to write about.

I know that it started as a bunch of us riding in a van to go to some kind of conference. I ran back to the van to take a computer part back that was awkward to carry. We had been at a restaurant before and I was showing it to some computer guys trying to figure out what it was. Anyway... coming back from the van was quite an experience. It immediately turned into some kind of dusty dirty lot. The lot became an exile camp, which in turn became a slave camp. There was a big monster truck there that bounced on baseballs. I bounced wildly and growled as an intimidation factor for all those working the lot. At one point some of us found a way into the control center/community. It was down a stair well and I was the one that found it. Soon there were hundreds crushing in on me and I could not get around the door mantle to get in. One person let me in and I stayed with her. We wandered around inside and saw lots of really cool stuff. Kinda like Opryland Hotel only better. There were bars, gambling, games, rides. I found myself drinking with biker bar type men and pulling coins that floated out of a river-like fountain. It was some form of card game only you played it with coins you got out of the fountain as they passed by. The person with 4 Kings won a lot of money. You could even fly in one room. I noticed that everyone was flying low so began flying around the higher parts of the ceiling that had cabinets. I looked in a cabinet, but it was empty so I flew back down quickly. I was corrected by a monitor and told I was flying too quickly and was a danger. I left that area and was running from someone who discovered I was a slave from outside. I got on a ride and had them turn it on. It was a conveyor belt. I had a memory of riding it when I was smaller. Now it was too crowded. I climbed up something that looked like antlers. It was a ladder, but as soon as I let go it became a slide and I slid down into the basement where the slaves were carrying in soldier uniforms to be laundered. The person with me admired the soldiers and the workers a lot. She disappeared from the dream at that point. While in the basement, I found a room with a woman and children and maybe a couple of men. It was sort of like a restaurant, sort of like the inside of a space ship or airplane, sort of like a bar. They said they were children of the king who had been banished and had to live in that room forever. I asked them how they got food and they said he sent it to them from the leftovers of the table. It was good food and I shared a meal with them. I left and found my way back to the outside only to find a barbed fence blocking me from the slave lot. I remembered in history there was some kind of magic hole people had found to get in and liberate the slaves. I couldn't find the hole, but somehow got back out into the lot. I'm not sure why I wanted back out there, but I felt safer there. I never remember having to work like the slaves. I was merely an observer. I was outside because I chose it this time. I wondered how people there found food.

The dreams I remember from last night consisted of searching in all kinds of places... even underwater... for coins. I was finding dimes and nickels and pennies all over the place!

Last night I was on the road in a car. My mom was driving and we were going to Japan. It was a lot closer than I ever thought it would be. On the way we drove past a river and there were cars floating down the river. I at first thought it was from the tsunami devastation, but then realized people were driving their cars into the river on purpose and after a bit of juggling around, the cars would float and they would ride peacefully down the river. I knew our car would not float, but had a rubber ducky that I could stand on and float. My mother also hopped into the river on her own floating device. The river ended abruptly at a cement wall where there was a slushy machine. I was thirsty so I found some cups. Upon realizing I was being watched by a waiter, I asked there was a water faucet around. He sent me into a restaurant where he said I could sign some release papers and ask the owner (a mean looking guy named Nigro) for some water. I decided that Japan must have different rules about getting a drink in a restaurant than America. I asked the Nigro for some water and he so forcefully poured the water that it knocked the cups out of my hands and onto the floor. I asked him to try it again after picking up the cups. He obliged, but said I had some nerve to dare to ask again. I told him I not afraid... and thanks for the water. I took a cup to my mom and she was very thirsty and drank it eagerly. She had made some friends and was talking in a group of people.

DREAM 2

I'm not as coherent about dream 2. It had something to do with living arrangements. I dream about this one fairly often. Where the house I live in... or am moving out of... has rooms that open into more rooms... and finally into some kind of campground or stable. It's the house of unending rooms! This time I had moved out of the house and was trying to give someone else a tour. I had a few more thiings to move out of the house. I carried my stereo to the edge of a cliff and had to climb down with it in my arms. I decided to lower it by its power cord instead and it broke in half and crashed to the ground. I threw the remaining speaker left in my hand to the ground and watched it shatter, thinking... I can always buy a boom box. My new place was not a rental but a place I had bought. I suddenly remembered that I had my dog Shadow out back and he had been there a long time without food and water. To my relief he was OK and the puppy with him was OK too. I felt so awful to have neglected him. The house from behind was supposed to be my grandmother's house (mom's mother). I have had previous dreams that provide the history for that house. It was open and airy and had lots of windows. the back porch was like windows in panes and was very inviting.

Last night I had an odd dream about climbing a bamboo trellis. I was at my childhood home in Ohio and we had a huge spred of food. The food looked wonderful but tasted bland. In an effort to find something better, I spied some sushi. Desperately wanting the sushi, I could not find a clean plate. I saw another plateau (one that didnt' exist in our real home). Down there they had a younger crowd and different food and best of all... PLATES. There was not a clear way to get down to that level so I began climbing down some sort of a bamboo trellis. You guessed it... the trellis gave way and I fell. Do you ever have instant replays in your dreams? Well... I did. I didn't like it that I fell so I replayed it to where I used the bamboo sticks as a buffer to my landing. Kind of like stilts or a vaulting pole. Once I was down there, I suddenly had a husband and a baby that had just pooped itself. I wrapped the baby up in its diaper and my man helped me find the stairs. I carried the child like a purse and it fell out of the diaper and landed at the bottom of the stairs in a bucket of water. By the time I got him out of the water and to a bathroom he had nearly drowned. I did get him out and patted him on the back until he sputtered. At that point we decided he was going to be OK.

Shift scenes. New Dream.

This one was like watching TV. It was about a child who was going back to a scene of a horrendous event that wounded her. Her face was half bloody. The scene shifted to a flash back of her when she was a baby... then back to her presently. She looked to be about 6. As they were wheeling her into what looked like a hospital environment she began to recognize the place. More flashes of the past and comparisons of the present. The view was that of a person being wheeled into an operating room. Surgery tools on a platter, IVs and tubes. Then a brash loud voice of a woman began. Showing her all the most painful tools they could use on her. It was a display of all the surgery tools to the most gruesome kinds of surgery. The child proclaimed... I HATE THAT WOMAN! The woman was no longer there. Flash back again and the woman and her husband were making very fun looking kiddy cars. Some were shaped like a hot air balloon. Some had shapes of animals. All were extremely colorful with yellows and pinks and turquoise and blues. All looked somewhat like parade vehicles like the shriners ride around in. I can't remember the rest of this dream. That's it for today.

I only remember bits and pieces since it is already ofternoon.

The most dramatic thing that I remember is that of a magical crystal deposited in my hands. I was supposed to keep my hands cupped. they were the hands of a child. As I held the crystals they began to multiply and turn into diamonds and other forms of crystals... some even had gold in them. The crystals began to overflow in my hands. I dared not hold them too long or else they liquidated. Later in the dream I had a shared vision of something like a string theory light beam. Our visions coincided, but there was a gap between them. To him this indicated a gap in our relationship. In order to close the gap I went into some sort of death and sent all the crystals down to him. Especially the one that recorded my shared vision with him.

Another dream that somehow connected with the former was of a trailer that my former boyfriend lived in. In the "first life" it was just a trailer. When I came back from the netherworld time had passed and there was also a big truck that had been converted into a trailer. It was so close to his original trailer that I could barely squeeze through the door. When I glanced through the window of the truck to see if we were bothering anyone, I noticed a stuffed dummy at the driver's seat. It had a raggedy ann type of face.

Thus ends what I can remember about my dreams last night.

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