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Atlantis the throne by which the gods sit and carry the affairs of the old mars and its living legacy to a fertility order of memories for the earth the emergence of a dream fulfilling goddess and through the mists a priestess of the spiraling sun too greet the hosts of mans desires the gains of the raids of Atlantis and the powers of earthly merges the overrule of natural forces the relocation of the saved knowledge and a reconciliation of earth and its forebears as with a fantasy of times golden gates of the future as through their passage all of living is to be granted and begun to the inevitable new age of a seeker and the knowledge of the truth of the actuality of the gods and the goal objective fulfillment. to the age of the receiving space

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I am so scared that I had this dream. It was absolutely terrifying. I am so horrified right now, and I beg you for your help. I dreamed that I was with my dad. We were driving somewhere far away, perhaps to another town, and I had never been there before. We pulled up at a school, and I remember seeing a chain link fence, and a scoreboard, like the ones they use for sports. I got out of the car, and I knew that he was going to wait there until I was finished with whatever I was doing. I found myself in a library, but it was dark and people were screaming. There was so much death, there was a group of a few people killing everyone in the library. I suddenly was with my younger brother, and a man who I didn't know, but was a friend because of these circumstances. They went to go get help, and I don't know if I was supposed to follow them, but I heard them murdered with a knife, and I heard a choking sound as they died. I was in shock, and I felt nothing but grief for them. And terror for my own life. So I curled up on one of the shelves and pretended to be dead. One of the killers found me, and began talking to another killer. She started rubbing her hands along my side, and I thought that it was useless of me to play dead, and that she knew I was faking. So I opened my eyes, feeling so much fear. Then I found myself bound and sitting on the floor in between the aisles of books. The killers were all around me doing various things, and I knew I was the only one alive. I could tell they were preparing to kill me. I started sobbing, as being tortured is one of my greatest fears. I cannot describe my horror and absolute desperate terror. But I had given up, and knew there was no way I was going to escape. I continued sobbing, and the killers all came to me and tried to comfort me, saying they were going to kill me quickly. I felt comforted by this, but still felt myself clinging to life. Yet I had resigned myself to my fate. I then found myself sitting on a beige mat, the kind you usually see in the wrestling arenas. I was still bound, and sitting watching a small tv with the killers. We were watching a tape of the leader of the killers, and I remember knowing that these killers were a vast organization that no one knew about. As we were watching, the leader, who was old but still lethal and fit, was sparring with other killers. He swung onto the bars they use for gymnastics, but miscalculated, and crashed to the floor, in a sitting position. Everything around him turned black, but you could see him still. It was as if I was standing behind him, not looking through a tv screen. I watched all of his bones explode out of his body, forced out by the impact of his hit to the floor, yet there was no blood. I fellt horror at what i was witnessing, and deep revulsion. I was back in the room with the killers watching the tv. I saw the woman who had first found me cover her mouth and let out a strangled sob at the leaders death. She then turned stone cold, all emotion fled her face, and she turned to the killer next to me and asked him if he could "finish the job" meaning to kill me. He nodded. I then found myself being led through a construction zone, somewhere in the back of the building. There was a bunch of grey metal scaffolding set up, an I could hear saws and see sparks coming from someone welding. I saw men in bright green hospital suits walking up and down the cold grey metal scaffolding. I saw a group of 4 thugs leading a man out. The thugs were skinny, but tough an obnoxious in a sadistic, mentally insane way. The man was in a white hospital gown, and I could see blood dripping down it from several places along his torso and back. I remember feeling so intensely betrayed, as my killers had promised me a quick death when it was plain that they were going to torture me as they had this man. He seemed to have found a renewed strength, for he was at the end of his rope, and did not care if he was tortured. He only cared about not dying a coward, and not complying to these men. He stood in the middle of this noise and scaffolding, his thugs calling him a dog and telling the "dog" to come or they would hurt him more. I could tell that he was making this distraction so I could escape, and so that he could die with honor. I felt confident and dangerous and emotionless. I just let determination take over me, and I turned into a machine with just one sole purpose: to escape. I broke free from my killers, and I remember running down a white hallway with many doors. Two of the men in the bright green tries to stop me, but I hit them both in the throat with my forearm, stunning them and kept on running. I could tell that there were more following me, but I got outside and knew I had some time. I knew that they would not venture out of the compound, and that I had bought some time. I remember finding my dad in the truck, and must have told him what happened. He and I both had that emotionless determination, me to escape this place, and he to protect me. I jumped in the car and crouched down as he began to drive out of the school. I remember more chain link fences, and many school children and cars waiting to pick them up. One of the guards was a killer, disguised as a school security guard. My dad knew what he truly was, and leaned out of the window and told him if he wanted the agent, to phone him in the car two cars behind us. I knew my dad was trying to throw him off our trail, and the killer seemed to understand what my dad said, and went to interrogate the other car. We sped out of there, and I remember wondering how my father knew to say that. I thanked him for staying for me and being there for me, and I felt our bond as father and daughter grow to such a strength. We arrived at home, and I found myself in our dining room. It had white walls and a small wood table and chairs. I remember talking to my mother and father about what happened, and felt the old terror returning, but also a safety and comfort that I had from being back with my family and out of that place. I think my sorrow and fear and horror and terror all exploded out if me, for I screamed something, and found myself sobbing without control into my couch. I felt anger and such a deep sorrow and fear. I remember holding a swimsuit top and sobbing into it, it was olive green and had tiny flower patterns drawn into it. I remember sobbing into it, and I felt my mother behind me stroking my back, trying to comfort me, and I remember thinking to myself, wondering I I would ever get past what I had seen and felt. I awoke with tears in my eyes. I am so shaken by this, I am pleading to you for your help. Please help me understand. Thank you so very much.

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I am in a large, turn of the century house. I wander through it, looking for someone, but I can't remember who - or who owns the house. The dream is vivid. I can hear chickens, smell dust and mustiness in rarely used spaces, I can pick up and examine objects (many of which I remember from somewhere. These things are detailed, often personal, lovely but I can't remember who they belong to or if they might have been mine at that time somehow), I can feel the heat of the fire in the stove and delight at using the water pump in the summer kitchen. It all feels familiar as I search the house up to the attic and then down (very steep, narrow stairs to that attic!) When I get to the cellar door in the kitchen, I start to feel foreboding - but compelled to keep searching. As I go down the stairs to the cellar, I can identify the coal shed door, on old cast iron heater of some kind and another door. I look through the cellar, open the door to the coal shed and then approach the other door. It is identifiably different or out of place but I can't pin down exactly how it is different or what makes it out of place. I do "know" that I am strongly compelled to open it - and too terrified to. Extreme dread and foreboding when I reach for that doorknob usually wake me - sometimmes screaming. I have wakened my family peiodically through my life with this. I can't remember the first time I had the dream but I've had it throughout my life. It tends to leave me very nervous and unsettled, sometimes for days.

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I am standing in a field next to a forest. The field seems to extend forever in the distance, as does the forest. Farther away from me, there is a group of teenage boys and men. They look as puzzled as I in relation to where we are. Momentarily they stand in their group trying to comprehend their surroundings, and suddenly they scatter. Under attack from a monster, some fight and are killed, others run towards a shack that was previously not on the field. The monster chases them, but it is only a blur, and I cannot make it out. Reaching the shack, they open the metal doors and rush inside. Desperately trying to close the door while the monster tries to force itself inside, most people are pulled through the gap they are trying to close. All I can see of the monster are its claws, lion-like and sharp. They are trying to pry open the door, but they are closed eventually by the remaining teenager. He turns around, tired, and sees a little girl. Whether she was in the group before, I do not know. Perhaps she was already waiting in the shack? They introduce each other, and I think the boy’s name is Nick? The girl’s name is Jenny. Hours pass by in a flash forward, and I see them sleeping against the wall, Jenny huddled up next to Nick. She keeps it to herself that she and her sister were separated when they came to this bizarre world. She wants to find her sister, but is too scared to do it by herself. She looks up and I see her face. I see her black eyes. “Dear God,” she says, “please help me find her.” Then she closes her eyes. I never catch her sister’s name. “Jenny!” Her look-alike sister calls. “Jenny, where are you?” She is looking around, searching for her sister. There is a hole, a den of an animal, where she pauses after glancing at it. I am looking at her from inside the hole, as this is the monster’s den and I am the monster. I want to go finish off the last two intruders, but I refrain. I cannot kill them yet. Now one of the intruder’s relatives is right outside my home! I cannot kill them…but I can kill her. “Jenny?” She peers into the hole with an innocent curiosity. Then I attack. I pull her into the hole and bite her in the middle. She doesn’t make a sound as I drag her deeper into my hole, bleeding. Back in the shack, Jenny opens her eyes again. “Thank you, God.” She says, neither shocked nor scared that her sister had been dragged into the den and killed. It was almost a vision or dream she had witnessed, but from the monster’s point of view. Is she connected to the monster? The next morning (?), I see Nick and Jenny in the field. They are facing the sun which is coming up over the forest. Nick is pointing towards it. “They will come in from that way.” He says, looking down at Jenny. They seem to be predicting where an attack will come from, but I am not given a single hint as to whom is attacking. And everything is brighter; the sun is very orange and bright, unlike the dusk setting of Jenny’s vision. Still, the sun seems to make the place less lonely and foreboding, and as Nick continues to point towards the sun, I wake up.

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