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| - | :I've had the same dream every single night for three weeks now. I can't tell whether it's a nightmare, or a premonition, or...? | + | :<br> |
| - | + | :''I've had the same dream every single night for three weeks now. I can't tell whether it's a nightmare, or a premonition, or...?'' | |
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| :I feel like an idiot writing up my dreams online, but Kai thought that I should post everything I can think of that might be a clue. So here goes. | :I feel like an idiot writing up my dreams online, but Kai thought that I should post everything I can think of that might be a clue. So here goes. | ||
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| :The first half of the dream is terrifying. I’m basically reliving, in super slow motion, the moment I woke up in the labyrinth. Everything is dark, and there’s a bottomless pit in my stomach, like I already know something is horribly wrong, even before I realize what it is. | :The first half of the dream is terrifying. I’m basically reliving, in super slow motion, the moment I woke up in the labyrinth. Everything is dark, and there’s a bottomless pit in my stomach, like I already know something is horribly wrong, even before I realize what it is. | ||
| - | + | :<br> | |
| :In the dream, I reach up to my eyes, and it seems to take forever to get my hand to my face, and I finally feel the weird goggles, and I struggle to take them off. Even when I can see, I realize I still have no idea where I am. I am literally nauseous with confusion. It is an incredible struggle to stand up. I feel like I will pass out again. | :In the dream, I reach up to my eyes, and it seems to take forever to get my hand to my face, and I finally feel the weird goggles, and I struggle to take them off. Even when I can see, I realize I still have no idea where I am. I am literally nauseous with confusion. It is an incredible struggle to stand up. I feel like I will pass out again. | ||
| - | + | :<br> | |
| :And every time I have the dream, it’s that awful first moment over and over again, like I’m realizing again for the very first time that I’m all alone and lost. It’s exactly like I felt, for real, when I woke up in the labyrinth. | :And every time I have the dream, it’s that awful first moment over and over again, like I’m realizing again for the very first time that I’m all alone and lost. It’s exactly like I felt, for real, when I woke up in the labyrinth. | ||
| - | + | :<br> | |
| :But in the second half of the dream, everything changes. Instead of dreaming that I stumbled out of the labyrinth and started screaming for help, which is what I really did, I dream something totally different. | :But in the second half of the dream, everything changes. Instead of dreaming that I stumbled out of the labyrinth and started screaming for help, which is what I really did, I dream something totally different. | ||
| - | + | :<br> | |
| :I dream that I notice there are five other pairs of the weird blindfold goggles, scattered in a circle around me. And so I go around the circle picking them up, one at a time. | :I dream that I notice there are five other pairs of the weird blindfold goggles, scattered in a circle around me. And so I go around the circle picking them up, one at a time. | ||
| - | + | :<br> | |
| :Every time I pick up one of the other pairs of goggles, I hear voices buzzing, voices I can’t understand. They’re not speaking English. The voices get louder. | :Every time I pick up one of the other pairs of goggles, I hear voices buzzing, voices I can’t understand. They’re not speaking English. The voices get louder. | ||
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| :Here’s the weirdest part. Even though it’s noisy and confusing, I actually start feeling calmer and calmer. | :Here’s the weirdest part. Even though it’s noisy and confusing, I actually start feeling calmer and calmer. | ||
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| :With every blindfold I pickup, it’s like a missing piece of me has fallen back into place. I feel more confident, and less alone. | :With every blindfold I pickup, it’s like a missing piece of me has fallen back into place. I feel more confident, and less alone. | ||
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| :And when I am finally standing there holding all six in my hands, it feels right. And I don’t want to wake up. I want to keep this feeling as long as I can, this feeling that everything makes sense now, that I have what I need to understand who I am and why I have this crazy tattoo and how I got into this labyrinth in the first place. | :And when I am finally standing there holding all six in my hands, it feels right. And I don’t want to wake up. I want to keep this feeling as long as I can, this feeling that everything makes sense now, that I have what I need to understand who I am and why I have this crazy tattoo and how I got into this labyrinth in the first place. | ||
| - | + | :<br> | |
| :It stops feeling like a nightmare and starts feeling like… a message, maybe from my subconscious memory. | :It stops feeling like a nightmare and starts feeling like… a message, maybe from my subconscious memory. | ||
| - | + | :<br> | |
| :Some part of my brain deep down there remembers something important. | :Some part of my brain deep down there remembers something important. | ||
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| :I just wish I knew what it meant. | :I just wish I knew what it meant. | ||
| </blockquote> | </blockquote> | ||
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01 March 2008 - 2.28 PM
- I've had the same dream every single night for three weeks now. I can't tell whether it's a nightmare, or a premonition, or...?
- I feel like an idiot writing up my dreams online, but Kai thought that I should post everything I can think of that might be a clue. So here goes.
- The first half of the dream is terrifying. I’m basically reliving, in super slow motion, the moment I woke up in the labyrinth. Everything is dark, and there’s a bottomless pit in my stomach, like I already know something is horribly wrong, even before I realize what it is.
- In the dream, I reach up to my eyes, and it seems to take forever to get my hand to my face, and I finally feel the weird goggles, and I struggle to take them off. Even when I can see, I realize I still have no idea where I am. I am literally nauseous with confusion. It is an incredible struggle to stand up. I feel like I will pass out again.
- And every time I have the dream, it’s that awful first moment over and over again, like I’m realizing again for the very first time that I’m all alone and lost. It’s exactly like I felt, for real, when I woke up in the labyrinth.
- But in the second half of the dream, everything changes. Instead of dreaming that I stumbled out of the labyrinth and started screaming for help, which is what I really did, I dream something totally different.
- I dream that I notice there are five other pairs of the weird blindfold goggles, scattered in a circle around me. And so I go around the circle picking them up, one at a time.
- Every time I pick up one of the other pairs of goggles, I hear voices buzzing, voices I can’t understand. They’re not speaking English. The voices get louder.
- Here’s the weirdest part. Even though it’s noisy and confusing, I actually start feeling calmer and calmer.
- With every blindfold I pickup, it’s like a missing piece of me has fallen back into place. I feel more confident, and less alone.
- And when I am finally standing there holding all six in my hands, it feels right. And I don’t want to wake up. I want to keep this feeling as long as I can, this feeling that everything makes sense now, that I have what I need to understand who I am and why I have this crazy tattoo and how I got into this labyrinth in the first place.
- It stops feeling like a nightmare and starts feeling like… a message, maybe from my subconscious memory.
- Some part of my brain deep down there remembers something important.
- I just wish I knew what it meant.
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