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More clear this time. I have had this dream before. There's a house with a witch in it. It seems empty but she's still there. I don't know why but the city the house is in is Ithaca NY. In the first part I am drawn to the house. Nestled in a bunch of brownstone houses, the top floor is windows. I stay in the house opposite just to try and look in the windows which have sheer yellow curtains. Everything in the house is in silhouette and at first I think I can see her there but it's just furniture. Clean, old, but unused.

I seem to be learning her history - the whole house underwater, filled with water, drifting to the bottom of the sea in the dark. She lost her sister that way and grew old without her. I pull my way to the surface from some kind of cord.

I have something I want to give her. Tarot cards(?) a pen(?) I think it changes. I go by the house in the snow and ice on a sunny afternoon, slipping in the ice but not falling. I know how it works now, I lost my sister in this house. She went around a corner and as soon as I couldn't see her anymore she was gone. The witch took her. And I see it happening again. I'm in the house w my sister, a little blonde girl. My mother is there too but not my mother in this world. Someone else entirely. And we are in the house to convince ourselves it's not real, it's just an empty house. But something isn't right and my sister wants to go. She has brown hair now. and as I'm telling her "I could have sworn you had blonde hair, I realize what has happened. I turn and my real sister is behind me but she is being carried down the hall to the witchs room and the one before me is holding the door saying "out.. out.. out.. out.." her voice going impossibly deeper each time she says it.

And I'm watching it happening over and over again, to different sisters throughout the years, different mothers pacing the floor in disbelief. They all get taken.

But if you take something from the house, you can try to get her back. Before she was carried down the hall I asked her to throw me something, anything. I think it was a pen.

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People being hunted for sport in the dream. Outside, near a public place. they are old and moving slow. Others, couples and families, not many, are conscripted or forced to observe. The hunters have some kind of chant or script or poem they are saying but I can't remember how it goes now. I don't remember much else except I found a bag with drugs in it, someone's personal bag. He was a very upstanding student and it was surprising that he had these drugs. There was weed which I ate instead of smoked.

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Night territory ouer bed a battlefield

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In the first part I was being forcibly coupled with on a beach. The man was pinioned to the eroding beach and groups of ppl were holding all my limbs, pushing me back onto him over and over again.

In the second part maybe it was mrdh I feel like it was. But I was driving a bus, it was rural felt like the 1990s or something.

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A company is being sold, I'm unsure which side of the transaction I am on. This against the backdrop of a reality show quite like Maui fever or island fever whatever it was called. A girl was the centerpiece of the show and Maui was much bigger, much wilder. There were lots of smaller islands - the dream seemed to go in an out of the show but the opening credits played a few times I think. So much of this dream I watched as though it was a fiction rather than actually participating.

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There was a lot more but I had a seaside castle and a bunch of not see soldiers showed up and took it over so I took these long winding secret passages down the cliff side to the shore, and hid on the beach all night. The water was so calm and there were lamps around me, which is probably from yesterday because I was shopping for lamps. But they had the loveliest light and they just sat there in the shorebreak.

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naked breath my branch

dogwood flowers

opening to wake in horror

in spring time

nameless branch

fingers with no jewels

scarlet where flesh was

peeled away

bells in the morning

the children running upstairs and down

a whole pack made into one ravenous beast

the house aches and breathes and moans

release is meant to be therapeutic

but when these things are gone away

there is only dirty space

dust on the ground in the corners

i clean and the dust remains

or it comes back

sticks to the bottom of my feet

jewels of filth on my fingers

i am losing sight of how being

alive being human

can be anything other than boundless horror

and with a single look

and you don't see me

and you stitch my mouth shut

so i cannot even scream

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The most vivid thing from the dream is an argument. There was birthday cake and this woman got some, had a mouthful, then randomly stuck a mouthful in my mouth off the same knife she had eaten with and didn't think it was a big deal. and we argued abt it. She was trying to make my reaction a misogynist thing and my contention was that it was just gross. I don't remember much of the rest of the dream

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I was flying at one point, Aldo and I were on the beach on Maui and the sand had eroded into really steep little cliffs and trying to jump down from them I just stepped up onto the air and was flying, told him to do the same. We flew and hovered over the water and Max my dog was there, he swam out into the water wanting to fly with us.

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I already don't remember much, a few nights ago I dreamed there was a costume party and I was running around trying to find weird clothes to turn into a costume. The night after that I was pulling my teeth out. Last night I was arguing with a strange man who was trying to get me in trouble by pulling my garbage out of my garbage can when I took it out to the street. I was screaming in his face.

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I was in a south American country by the sea. I had money in my pocket to deposit somewhere and had to take buses to catch planes - there the bus routes traveled by lagoons in which black horses stood up their shoulders drinking, but there were also giant slabs of meat in the water that looked like piles of enormous bacon. Max was there but he was mad at me, wouldn't speak to me. I don't remember the rest except I was at some kind of crowded grocery store at on point, sitting cross legged on the ground watching people walk by.

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Dreams of benign vampires whose heads rotated and disappeared on their bodies like a dance, dipping out of sight and reappearing. There was more but it's lost to me now.

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is that you not you

a hundred others first

catch your voice in a cup to

be poured out once more

the way you catch

a person's dying breath or

tears in a bottle

long ago that sort of thing

was very usual to do

.

i can't stop chewing

i chew all day and eat nothing

wander sorrow corridor

float on waves

fall into tides

sink into the floor

.

some days there is sun

and people say this time of year

must normally be much colder

.

i think how much can you love me

would it fill a cup

could you pour it out for me

slowly and i

could save it for times

when i needed it

taken in measured portion

to keep me alive

when your hands are cold to me

when the sun on your face

sinks below the sea

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I dreamed of a life sized Red Buddha statue under a tree, and as I watched it he began to move. His right hand touched the ground, then he turned and looked out over the ocean, then his hands came together again, then he stood up to his full measure and was suddenly bigger and taller than the tree, he looked at me and there were beads of four colors strung on a cord in my hands. Each color corresponded to a gesture he had made and the colors were deep yellow, sky blue, cobalt and red like his robes. Each color represented a virtue but I can't remember now all four and even in the dream I had trouble interpreting the virtues he was communicating to me. As I struggled to associate the gesture/color with each virtue his look became very stern. I believe they were Awe, Devotion, and Gratitude but I can't remember the fourth. Sky blue for Awe, Red for Devotion, cobalt for gratitude.. maybe yellow was Joy?

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Voluminous dreams that already begin to slip away. I dreamed I killed someone with a hatchet to the stomach. I killed someone else too but I didn't know where to hide the body or the hatchet. I was driving and pulled off to the side of the road laid down in a field in the moonlight while gathering five finger grass which just looked like wheat. The name of the demon Glasya Labyolas came to me. When I got back to the car it seemed someone had broken in but it was a big German shepherd dog that had urinated on everything. I drove off with him still inside the car. A mother was invoking the demon to protect her baby. Later I was in Spain with Aldos family and my mother was there as well, we were trying to find a place to eat, I went shopping with coins and found a grocery store, there was a homeless man sleeping on the floor in the doorway and I bought a lot of meat and bread.

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I don't remember the precise order these came in but in one part Donald Sutherland was the marquis de Sade but also my father and he wanted to piss on me and he did, and did the same to my sister and mother. He was preaching abt what he was doing while he did it and his dick was enormous. He had me sitting in a bathtub while he did it

In another part I was back on Maui, on a road upcountry I didn't recognize called Yesterday Rd and it was all shrines to the virgin, made of coral painted blue and white. I was crying thinking how had I missed all this for years, the shrines were old and beautiful and apparently taken care of by nuns. There was a town on the map called Pu‘ula.

In another part there was a girl trying to get money from me for her "lifestyle project" basically hippy homelessness but couched in a bunch of new age artistic bullshit but I didn't give her any money and I think she was mad at me. Then Carol showed up begging as well, asking for ppl to put coins in a giant witches hat she had. I followed her for a minute I think she recognized me but she didn't speak to me. I posted up by her in some plaza between these office buildings and other ppl gathered.

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Going to some island along with a lot of British ppl, many with children. Did I have children in the dream? I can't remember. There were lots of float-y things. I think they are actually called floaties

At one point we were on a beach, and the parking lot was way up the hill, I had to go up to it to retrieve picnic stuff and floaties, and I helped a guy bring some down for his kids. There was a baby kitten or what I thought was a baby kitten and it turned out to be some sort of native rat and scooted into a storm drain, chased by a big longnosed dog.

Then onto another island, on board a ferry, carrying two big floaties and a bag. I tried to draw a many-headed snake glyph onto a souvenir tea towel with a map of the island on it but didn't have a pen. When we arrived at the island this person was trying to tell everyone abt their horses but in the most annoying grand-standing way and I said something cutting and while I was trying to get my things together the person next to me lifted one of my floaties and ran off, I tried to chase them but couldn't catch up, the way it is in dreams.