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Ok so I had the dream twice over three days - so one day between them. The dream starts with me in my bed, then my housemate Niko calls me from his room downstairs and asks for my help. I go down to his room and he says he needs help translating something. I go into his room and trees a Canada goose - the beautiful black and white ones - on the floor by his bed. Suddenly I am transported and find myself in a forest in winter. It's very bleak and flat - everything is covered in thick white snow. The trees are talk and thin and black - almost like birches but black and very tall. They form two thick rows with an avenue in between them. I am standing outside the trees and everything else around me is tundra. Snow is falling, but lightly floating, very gentle. The sky is grey and it's hard to see the distinction between ground and sky. There is no sound at all. I'm looking around and up in the air and I see a Canada goose fly overhead - as it's flying I hear its' wings, but instead of making the sound of wings they make the sound of branches cracking under someone's feet, as if someone was walking on the forest floor. It's echoing like sound does on snow in a large area - muffled but echoing and big. More and more geese start flying over and eventually there's a giant flock of them flying overhead and the sound becomes overwhelming. And that's basically the whole dream! In the dream I move between seeing myself and seeing from my own point of view - for example I see myself in my pajamas when I am in my flat but in the forest I mainly see my arms and body - I'm wearing a brown winter coat I own, basically the only colour in that scenario. I do occasionally see my own face looking up at the birds.

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I am out in a field at night. The area is flat, with sparse vegetation. The horizon is dotted with scraggly trees, very far away. I am alone. I walk for a long time, with no particular destination. After a while, I see a figure on the horizon. As I I draw closer, I see it is a little boy, dressed in Elizabethan era clothing. As I approach him, he smiles. He pulls a journal of drawings seemingly out of no where, and shows me some pictures. A sickening feeling washes over me as I realize his drawings are all mocking the Holocaust. There are pictures of the deceased, and Nazi soldiers. I look back at his face to find him still smiling at me, but this time is seems evil.

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I was in a suburban neighborhood that had been abandoned. The houses looked abandoned anyway, and the yards had grown up 2-3 feet high. There were bodies everywhere, but they looked like melted tires. They were like big flat, black pieces of rubber. Maybe melted and charred? Anyway, I was walking down the street near the sidewalk, and a red headed pale girl on a bicycle rides past me like everything is normal, before turning her bike onto a sidewalk leading to a house. She sets down her bike and walks into the house. Someone has been following us though. Something inside me says to play dead, so I fall to the side, face into the sidewalk and close my eyes, something telling me not to look up, but I know the man or thing has followed the girl into the house. Suddenly, I hear snapping of a fire. I jump up, and a man with slightly gold colored skin, long dark wavy hear, horns and wings is running down the street. He looks strong and muscular, just a tunic I guess it's called around his waist. Behind him is a wall of fire as high as the sky coming towards us. Just now he sees me and looks alarmed. He yells at me asking what I am doing here. I don't belong here. He grabs my hand and we run from the fire until we pass through an extremely tall pair of gold colored doors, which he closes. We can hear the fire behind them and he sighs, hands still on the doors. He says his name is Mephistopheles and he created that world, but he had to destroy it. Then he turned and walked away and I woke up.

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