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Sunday, August 23, 2009

-I cannot recall the dream too well, only bits and pieces of it.

-I remember a definite first half of the dream that was fairly coherent.

-Looking at it now, I think it was a family reunion of sorts, but the scenery seemed to me that it might have sprung from House of Flying Daggers, or maybe the jungles pictured in the video game Uncharted.

-At first, I was part of some group (vague memory on who they were, what they looked like), but I was focused on taking pictures at the time.

-That probably comes from right before I went to sleep, as my mother and I were flipping through old pictures I had previously taken this year, which stood out vividly as sentimental precious images, to me.

-One of the pictures I had tried to take was of a temple of sorts, I believe, it was made of grey stone, and the picture I tried to take centered on a kind of mirror, but it was tilted because I saw not my reflection but the image of something above or beyond me.

-During all this picture-taking, the final picture I tried to take was of some type of wealthy Spanish house or building. I can recall our group (was it the family in the reunion?) being escorted by a man who seemed like a cross between Zorro and the main hero from the Princess's New Bride movie. He was a pleasure to have, and even let someone else, and then me, take a photo of him alongside the Spanish house.

 

Sunday, September 06, 2009

 

Summary:

-Just more vague points, but the reason I'm documenting this dream is because it seemed so familiar. I've never had the exact same dream twice. However, some points from some dreams do seem to reincarnate themselves in other dreams.

-There was an earlier part to the dream that I fail to remember.

-I remember there being a pool at some point, rather large in size. It was one of those ones where the water level would rise and sink with waves.

-Moving to some corner, I found a couple of oddly shaped rocks. When I splashed water onto them, they seemed like normal eroded pool siding. After a wave crashed into it, the foam from the crest of the wave revealed a series of a kind of hieroglyphics.

-The "runes" were them translated by a girl who I believe came from my school. Of Mexican descent, she was able to read them while I could not. I believe the dream seemed to shift towards that Pirates of the Caribbean-esque Spaniard tint at this point. I don't recall what the translation was, but I remember hearing it word by word/rune by rune in the dream.